Awakened by Huan Zicheng's words, he reacted with an "oh" sound, it turned out that the ox cart had already stopped, and he was busy crawling under the car, but his little face was wrinkled into bitter gourd. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was originally called Feiquan, what a nice name, but after his family Langjun woke up that night three months ago, he changed his name to Yanqin.

This name is not a good name when you hear it, but what does his family Langjun say "the piano is forbidden, and the burning is exhausted" and something like that, and what "the great sage's last sound, only the burning of the qin", that reason is a big set, and the burning qin can't be understood at all.

Thinking of this, Yanqin's mouth turned up again.

That's it, his name is okay, it's nothing to call it Burning Qin, another little guy who was originally called "Don't Crane" has now been renamed by Lang Jun and called "Boiled Crane", it's just funny to think about.

With these thoughts in his little head, he trotted all the way to the city gate and the government to hand over the sign, during which he was robbed of a few large sums of money by a small soldier with a mole on his face before returning to the car.

"It's really unlucky, the big mole robbed me of my money again!" Burning Qin's mouth was so pouting that he could hang an oil bottle, and he climbed into the car with his hands and feet, and only halfway through the climb did he remember that there was a Huan Zicheng in the car, and his movements suddenly became lighter, and he glanced at his own Langjun cautiously, and then quietly climbed into the car.

Yanqin's expression at the moment didn't seem to be very angry, in fact, he was familiar with the soldiers guarding the city, and these soldiers all knew that this car belonged to the Huan family. In Liaoxi County, even if the Huan family is exiled here, it is not an ordinary little person, therefore, these soldiers do not dare to embarrass the Huan family, at most ask for a few small money.

Huan Zicheng's eyes swept lightly to the burning qin, then picked up the big hat on the side, buckled it on his head, and the silent voice came from under the hat: "Call me when you get to the place." ”

"Yes, Lang Jun. The burning qin answered, and did not dare to speak again, but slapped the dumb slave who drove the cart twice on the back.

The mute slave sensed his movements, turned his head, grinned at the lyre with thick lips, and with a wave of the whip in his hand, the ox cart moved forward again.

The sound of "squeaking and hoarse" driving, when heard in the dark, became more and more old and dilapidated.

Huan Zicheng closed his eyes slightly.

The darkness in front of him was overwhelming, just like the twilight in his memory, and the twilight was surging, as if squeezing the heavens and the earth into a blurred black shadow.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the noise of people, and the faint sound of crying, as well as the sound of cursing and laughter around him.

Nearing one’s end.

The autumn breeze is slightly cool.

In the silence of the autumn dusk, the wind seemed to have a penetrating force, passing through his body, thin and fast, like a blade, scraping through his every bone piece by piece.

He felt empty.

From the mind to the body, it is empty.

The punishment of the Great Reclamation turned out to be like this.

In the middle of the city, he did not kneel, let alone bend, he just sat upright, while his people, as if they were far away, watching his father, uncle, and uncle...... Looking at the adult and underage men of the Huan family, one by one, their heads rolled off under the sharp axe.

Rivers of blood flowed and heads were everywhere.

He sat up straight and watched steadily.

There are no feelings, and there are no emotions.

Like a shell stripped away from the soul.

At that moment, this bloody and grotesque scene seemed to be far away from him, far away, far away...... It's like a dream.

A long, dark dream.

In the dream, one by one, the heads fell to the ground, a puff of blood sprayed, the dull sound of the heavy axe entering the flesh, the sound of broken bones breaking, and the "gurgling" sound of blood flowing, repeatedly appeared in front of his eyes and ears.

It seemed like a lifetime, but it seemed like a blink of an eye.

He was barefoot, and somehow, "Changqing" echoed in his mind.

After a song, it will become a perfect sound.

Then, Sen's cold and heavy axe fell on his neck.

He didn't feel any pain.

Or maybe it's too late to feel the pain.

Before the pain hits, consciousness is out of the body.

At that moment, he only felt a boiling heat.

The kind of hot squirting made his whole person seem to be turned over from the inside out, and his heart, liver, spleen and lungs, all his temperature and hot blood seemed to be flipped out of his body and splashed out of his body.

Then he thought, maybe, that would be death.

Life passes by so fast that it is impossible to grasp it, and death becomes an unpredictable feeling.

There is only eternal darkness and vanity......

Under the hat, Huan Zicheng slowly opened his eyes.

There is a little sunlight between the cracks of the bamboo hat, which is frank and rough, just like the wind and blizzard in Liaoxi County, as well as the yellow sand everywhere, and the endless rice fields.

The wind blows the grass and waves, and the ripples stretch to the sky.

Many times, he will always look at that vast and distant land, and feel that the years are long and the time is calm.

That bloody twilight was like it had never happened.

Yet he knew that it was not a dream, but that it was real, or had existed. And everything about that twilight has been deeply imprinted in his mind, indelible.

The moment the heavy axe slashed the neck bone, the dull sound, and the fragile life, it had been seared into his heart since he woke up that night.

It feels like the body never existed, and everything you have, along with your soul and mind, is reduced to nothingness at the moment when the body is destroyed.

The wind whipped up the yellow sand and beat against the hats, and even the sun became a little yellow.

Huan Zicheng stretched out his sleeves, and his slightly rough fingers stroked the same rough board.

He smiled.

Silent and motionless.

It was like a laugh in his imagination, a touch in the depths of his soul that dissipated before it reached his lips.

And actually, there is nothing to laugh at.

There are many things in this world that are neither ridiculous nor sad until humans give them some meaning.

All the prosperity and glory, the country, the world, the family, the relatives, the beloved relatives and friends, at this time, it seems that it is no match for the light of the sky leaking from under the broken hat in front of you.

Only heaven and earth can be eternal.

The rest, the big ones are just grass, and the fine ones are more like fine dust.

But that's it.

He was a little excited, his fingers still caressing the car board on the side, but his eyes slowly closed.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that there were too few people or things in this world worth seeing and listening to.