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Wars are everywhere, national hatreds are in trouble, and personal joys and sorrows have long been dissolved into the turbulent wind and rain with the general trend of national conditions. In such a turbulent era, everyone restrained their selfish feelings and united to dedicate themselves to the motherland.

I don't know how long it has been, but the passage of time has long been numb in the bloody rain and bloody wind of this day. Feng Feng, who joined the army, has become an excellent head nurse of the medical team.

One day, she was checking the situation of the wounded in the back camp, and overheard a few wounded soldiers chatting, talking about the illustrious Wanjia in Jinling City and the defeat today.

"Alas!" That sighed, "I really can't imagine that Wanfu Manor, which was once prominent and full of gold, is now ...... Tut. ”

"Don't just sigh, what's going on?" The other asked anxiously.

"What else?" The other one spoke, and his expression was quite helpless, "Basil is everywhere, and the withered vines are entangled!" ”

Feng Feng listened to it on the side, and her heart lit up when she heard about Wan Jia. How long has it been, but now I still have a different kind of affection for this Wanjia. War is a catastrophe like a common karma, no one can escape, and it is reasonable that a high-ranking family like Wanjia has fallen into defeat! People are scattered like crows, and it is a matter of time before they are done.

In fact, don't talk about ten thousand families, what is the whole Jinling like? Isn't it the dusty and messy eyes?

It's exactly what it says in "Mourning Jiangnan"! And the way:

"The area of the smoke and moon of the Six Dynasties, the place where the gold dust gathers, is now:

The remnants of the army were left in ruins, and the thin horses were lying in empty trenches; The village is depressed, and the city is facing the sunset!

Back then, where was the flute? The tender yellow flowers have some butterflies, and the new red leaves are not seen. Eight pillars of horizontal white jade are down, and the red mud is half a wall high. There are many broken glazed tiles, and there are few rotten jade window lattices. It's nothing more than a dry well and a nest, but some bricks and moss and grass. Hand-planted flower strips and willow tops, picking woodwood with all their hearts; Whose kitchen stove is this black ash?

Pigeon and crow dung are thrown all over the hall, and dead branches and leaves are used as a step cover; Whoever sacrifices to sweep, Mu'er smashes the dragon tablet hat! ”

Feng Feng felt a lot of emotion in her heart, so she poured out her thoughts, listening carefully to these injuries and illnesses chatting about the famous ten thousand families in Jinling City.

At this time, the officer was idly talking about the old things of the family, and the piles and piles were also in shape, and he couldn't argue for a while whether they were all true or false.

"My grandfather was on an errand in that ten thousand mansions at the time, and the women in those high-ranking families were all powder-faced skeletons! You look glamorous and good-looking, but in fact, you are fighting...... Who can withstand it? If you really want to marry and go home, then the plan is a curse, not a blessing! ”

Feng Feng lowered her eyes, and the old things were like a tide, she agreed with this in her heart, and thought it was true.

"Alas, just the lady in Wanfu at the beginning, she was originally the third aunt of Master Wan...... Didn't she become the wife of the main house because she was pregnant with the eldest young master? The soldier spoke with a clear eye, and the listener was very interesting. At this time, he Huo Ran said in a deep voice, "Let me tell you, that is the third aunt is too eager to become the main room of Master Wan, so she has a private relationship with others. Open...... The eldest young master of the Wan family is not the biological son of the master Wan at all, he has no blood relationship with the Wan family, but he has become the eldest young master of the Wan family? Heh, you say ridiculous or not? It's been so many years, until the war came, the master went, and the Wanjia was defeated, I didn't know it! ”

Feng Feng was already breathing embarrassed, and her heart was beating like a drum......

This grandfather was a soldier who worked as an errand in ten thousand homes, and he told this secret story that no one knew about, which was really a secret matter. At that time, the mother of the eldest young master, the third wife, coveted the status of the main room, but she had no children. The third wife used her brains and had sex with others. Chaos, only then became pregnant with Wan Jinyu, the eldest young master of the Wan family!

It's really a negative affair!

Feng Feng was not only shocked, those tears that had been owed for many years finally suddenly overflowed into his eyes at this moment, like a gushing spring and trickling.

It turns out that the eldest young master is not the master's biological son, it turns out that she is the only one who is the master's biological daughter...... He is a fake young master, she is a real daughter!

It turns out that they are not brothers and sisters, they are not related by blood!

A few wounded soldiers on the side were humming Peking Opera opera to relieve boredom, this singing was babbling, but at the moment it seemed to be in a state of mind, and it was actually in response to the situation!

It's a "Dream of Spring Boudoirs":

"The poor negative crossbow fills the front, and has gone through all the hardships and hardships; No one asks about hunger, cold, fullness, and warmth, sleeping alone, eating alone, and walking alone! Have you ever been physically injured? Is Beacon Smoke repeatedly frightened?

Thinking about the past, I still hate it, and divide the mandarin duck into two parts. In the end, if he was drunk or sick, he sat in the smoke cage until Ming. ”

"When I went to Mo, the flowers were like brocade, and today the willows on the floor are green! Poor Nong is waiting in the deep boudoir, and the begonia has opened to this day. The door knocker occasionally rings suspicious letters, and the city language is slightly uproarious; Why is there no news? Regardless of the people in my family who have broken guts! ”

"After all, how fortunate a man is, the word 'misleading' is famous;

……

Feng Feng had mixed feelings, it turned out that she still couldn't let go of it all in her heart, and she had never really forgotten it after so many years.

She had an impulse to go to the eldest young master. The body has not moved, and the heart is far away!

can turn your mind, this vicissitudes of heaven and earth, the vast sea of people, where to find it......

With mixed feelings, tears like rain, I vaguely remembered the nursery rhymes that echoed in my ears when I was a child:

Even if you and I have agreed for a hundred years. If anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, he shall wait three years on the bridge.

Even if you and I have agreed for a hundred years. I only hope to stay together for a long time, but I wait for a thousand years on the bridge.

Even if you and I have agreed for a hundred years. I am not afraid of eternal reincarnation, I only wish to be in love for eternity.

Even if you and I have agreed for a hundred years. Don't envy the West Tianle endlessly, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals.

……

At this moment, what appears in front of me, what I miss in my heart, and what I remember in my mind is all him, all of him! His smile, his shallow sigh, the gathering and stretching of his eyebrows, his star-like eyes, his hug tightened to her, the body fragrance on his body, his breath......

Feng Feng suddenly became in a trance.

At this moment, the long siren sounded suddenly, the enemy bombers circled overhead, and the army urgently withdrew.

Feng Fengfu was excited, but her mind was still numb, she only turned around stiffly and ran mechanically, but she didn't know where she wanted to run or where she wanted to run.

So much so that she stumbled and suddenly fell! But it was soon pulled up.

In a trance, she unintentionally turned around and suddenly saw the person in military uniform who pulled her up from the ground......

The surroundings were already covered with yellow sand, and soon, gusts of wind swept in the dust, and the dust raised obscured her tear-filled vision. But hazy, Feng Feng still saw this familiar face.

She saw him, suddenly. It was the face in the deepest part of her memory, still stuck in the most beautiful and heroic twenties, unchanged, not the slightest...... It's the eldest young master, it's Jinyu, it's her Ayu!

The situation was urgent, and she didn't have time to pick up the light and shadow that had passed in between, and in the spread of tears and dust, she couldn't see his face more and more clearly, and she couldn't make out the look on his face, and even she couldn't be sure that this person was him.

True and false, if the dream is true, Feng Feng was led by this person who was thinking about her heart and ran in the smoke of war, and Feng Feng's tears flowed in the wind.

But she didn't dare to look back to see the truth, she was willing to be hazy. Because she was afraid of being disappointed, she was afraid that when she looked back, she would find that it was just an illusion that she missed him too much, and that the illusion would disappear as soon as she looked at it. She was afraid that the illusion would disappear, that it was just a completely unfamiliar face...... But she would rather this be him, she would rather believe in such a trance that he is the eldest young master and Ah Yu! She was willing to bask in the illusion of possibility.

In this unique reunion after a long absence, in the pressure of this situation, she was led by him, letting her heart run wide, and she burst into tears unconsciously.

……

It was one of the most tragic battles in the troubled times, and the entire queue was killed and none survived.

The secret has finally become an eternal secret, but it seems that revealing the truth is more cruel, and keeping the secret becomes a kind of fulfillment. The invisible smoke and water blurred away from each other, the boat of separation that stood alive, and after drifting for a long time in the vast sea of bitterness, it seemed that it had finally docked.

In the season of lotus blooming, she was born in Jinling; When the lotus fell, where was she buried?

It is not coming, and it is not going; If it doesn't come or go, it doesn't come and go......

Flowers fall on this shore and bloom on the other shore.

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