Extra: Like smoke and dreams

Spring is coming, and the morning sun is incomparably pure and gentle. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The grass is moistened by the dewdrops, the green is shining, and the mountains are full of all kinds of flowers, because the official has taken a series of measures in environmental protection, the air in the capital is fresh and bright for three consecutive months, and the water of the moat is also crystal bright, as if a long jade belt slowly goes east, looking from afar, the surrounding Babao Mountain is like a fairy scene in the world.

Zhao Heng, Bei Ruyi and General Bei are standing in the northern cemetery of Babaoshan at the moment, I don't know what the reason is, the latest row of tombstones are not engraved, they are all blank, including the mound of clothes for Bei Rulai, one by one the steles are like a tall figure, looking at the prosperous changes in the world, witnessing the wind and rain of the years, and maintaining eternal silence.

Zhao Heng pushed off three meetings and four batches of entertainment today, and even Master Ye's prenatal examination was accompanied by Yue Xiaoxiao, the purpose was to come here to give Bei Rulai a stick of incense, now that the situation in China is stable, the people live and work in peace and contentment, he, Ximen Qing, Nan Nian Buddha and Bei Ruyi and others have a hot honor, while Bei Rulai turned into a cup of loess and lay in the Beijia cemetery.

Zhao Heng has emotion and guilt in his heart, although Bei Rulai died a singing and crying name, but Zhao Heng always felt sorry for him, and also felt sorry for Bei Rulai, in Zhao Heng's heart, all false names are not as good as the reality of being alive, but it is a pity that people can't be resurrected after death, no matter how sorry Zhao Heng is, Bei Rulai will not come out to call him a brother.

However, he will do his best to protect the Bei family and take care of the sisters of the Bei family.

"Rulai, it's the New Year again, but it's a pity that you and my brother and sister can't get together again!"

When the thought was spinning in Zhao Heng's mind, Bei Ruyi, who bowed three times, opened his red lips lightly, and whispered to the polished slender tombstone, I don't know if it is the loss to know the preciousness, or the changes brought about by the precipitation these days, Bei Ruyi is no longer as cold as before, and there is a trace of pity and softness on his face: "I hope you can be happy under the nine springs." ”

Her sentimentality made the eyes of General Bei next to him slightly red, and then added softly: "By the way, your nephew has been born, a big fat boy, with a smile almost the same as when you were a child, very bright, but with a touch of evil charm, and the nose is as tall as you, when Qingming is next year, I will bring him and his sister over to sweep your grave, so that you can see if it is similar!" ”

Bei Ruyi's eyes also sparkled: "Brother, Sister Ruyan has to take care of the child, and the road is far away, so I can't come to pay tribute to you today, I hope you will bear with me, my sister said that she didn't take care of you in the past, and did a lot of things that disappointed you, I don't ask you to forgive her for being crazy at the beginning, I just hope that she can say sorry." ”

"She used to think that you were a gentleman, but now she knows how superficial her cognition is!"

"You are a first-class martyr, a hero!"

Bei Ruyi pulled Zhao Heng's palm: "You and Zhao Heng have changed her!" ”

In General Bei's life, there are two people who have hit Bei Ruyan's heart, the first is Zhao Heng who likes her, she has always felt that Zhao Heng is grassroots in the past, and he is polite on the surface, but he only treats him as a chess piece in his bones, after all, the mountain village kid can't be on the stage, but the result is that Zhao Heng stands at the peak of Huaguo's power, and she has become insignificant.

This dramatic change and ending made Bei Ruyan feel a little entangled in her heart, she didn't know what she was wrong, and she could only blame each other's success and defeat on God's injustice; In addition to Zhao Heng's shock to her heart, there is also the change of her younger brother Bei Rulai, she has felt that her younger brother is difficult to become a big weapon since she was a child, and no matter how gilded it is, it is also a vase.

Unexpectedly, in the first battle on the Sino-Russian border, the three words of Beirulai not only resounded in every company of the Chinese army, but also won the incomparable respect of Lao Maozi, and there was a stone tablet erected by Lao Maozi on the border, which not only objectively described the original war, but also gave Beirulai a high evaluation of the fight to the end, thinking that he was a qualified soldier, and his iron bones were impressive.

Tu Baozi has become the president, and the soft bones have become heroes, how can Bei Ruyan not sigh in his heart?

"Ruyi, don't worry, Rulai will rest in peace!"

Zhao Heng gently shook the woman's palm: "History will also remember his name!" ”

Bei Ruyi smiled with relief, and then looked at the stone tablet and said: "Brother, worship today, my sister will dance a song for you, I hope it can bring you a touch of joy!" ”

After finishing speaking, she stepped back three meters, twisted her waist, raised her hands and feet, in the surprised eyes of Zhao Heng and General Bei, before going up the mountain just now, the various flowers that General Bei bought with a lot of money rose one after another with Bei Ruyi's gesture and foot, and with Bei Ruyi's dancing posture, it swirled in the air, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

"Zheng", "Zheng", "Zheng", 、、、、、、

This is the first time Bei Ruyi danced, Zhao Heng had a trace of surprise in his eyes, and then took Bei Ruyi's sword, his fingers were rhythmically tapped, and the sword made a soft groan, and Bei Ruyi's song and dance, and the breeze blowing, and the rhythm between heaven and earth, all the grass and trees seemed to sway with Bei Ruyi's graceful posture.

Every wave of her sleeves is like a rolling cloud in the sky, carrying the prosperity that has passed.

Under the illumination of the sun, Bei Ruyi looks like a crystal drop of water, the beauty of the empty mountain and the spiritual rain, beyond the scope of words in the world, Zhao Heng remembered the Bei Ruyan when he was in Lujiazhuang, and remembered the woman who unfolded his demeanor like a famous painting, his eyes were slightly trance-like, he had no feelings for Bei Ruyan, but he still sighed when he remembered the past.

"When did this girl learn to dance?"

Zhao Heng asked General Bei: "In my impression, she is a female man!" ”

General North smiled meaningfully: "People, always change!" ”

Zhao Heng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then sighed: "Yes, people do change!" Not to mention Bei Ruyi and them, even he is a little more sleek and sophisticated than three years ago, with sharp edges and corners becoming scheming and introverted, a little tired, but it is the stage of growth, he put down the sword in his hand and asked General Bei: "Is Bei Lao still in good health?" ”

"He's fine!"

General Bei heard the words Bei Lao with a touch of respect, and then responded to Zhao Heng softly: "Go to bed early and get up early, read books and newspapers, eat four meals a day, practice thirty calligraphy, and run around Qincheng Prison, I went with Miss Bei to explore last week."

After looking at him, although he didn't gain much weight, he had a lot less diseases on his body, and his face was more red! ”

Zhao Heng muttered to himself: "It seems that he has let it go!" ”

"Bei Lao asked me to bring you a word, he likes his life very much now!"

General Bei knew what Zhao Heng meant, and bit his lip and added: "He thank you for your support of the Bei family, and thank you for letting him stay in Qincheng Prison, so that he can reunite with his family often, now he has food and clothing, family care, the northern system is still continuing, and he has also seen his grandson, and his husband has nothing to ask for, if you and Ruyi get married, you can send him a cup of wedding wine,"

"There are no regrets in life!"

Zhao Heng nodded: "Tell Bei Lao, on the day of the wedding, there is more than a glass of wedding wine, and we will go to the prison to receive his blessing!" ”

General Bei's eyes lit up, and he looked happy: "Thank you, Heng Shao!" ”

Looking at Bei Ruyi, who was still dancing, Zhao Heng's mind crossed the shadow of Bei Ruyan again, and asked General Bei softly again, "What's wrong with her?" ”

General Bei's eyes were a little more confused, and after a long time, he responded: "It should be good!" ”

Zhao Heng spit out a sentence inexplicably: "I don't know what happened to her?" ”

Thousands of miles away in the frontier city, the first of the nine mountain mausoleums, there is a lonely hut on the mountainside, a lonely woman.

In order to be able to take better care of her father, and for her father to cheer up, Du Yaqi came to the border city from the prosperous capital, and built a room three hundred meters away from the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.

She also refused the help of local officials or Zhao Heng, and used her own savings and hands to maintain her life, she was like a lotus blooming herself, this kind of lonely and dull days made her unhappy, but she had learned to endure it, learned to be strong, there were many unsatisfactory things in life, no matter who should learn to endure it.

Now the day is about to pass, a very dull day, but she knows that it is another day closer to Chinese New Year's Eve.

The prosperity of the capital in the past, the loneliness of today's mountains, last year's happy gathering, this year's family is ruined, in stark contrast, Du Yaqi inevitably passes a touch of pain every time she thinks about it, but she quickly returns to calm to face it, the pipes in the house are blocked, and no one can be found to repair it for a while, she can only carry a bucket of clothes and walk to a two-meter-wide stream.

She must finish washing this bucket of clothes today, the Du family's habit for many years, the changed clothes can't be piled up for Chinese New Year's Eve.

Du Yaqi also thought about washing this bucket of clothes, and went up the mountain to find her father in the mausoleum, hoping that he would celebrate the holiday with him tomorrow, and warming his father was also comforting himself, if his father was willing to come out of the cemetery for the New Year, she would go down the mountain in the afternoon to buy ingredients, stir-fry a few vegetables tomorrow, and then blanch a pot of bamboo leaves, so that his father could have a little more hope for life.

Du Yaqi's placket wears a string of small red beads, this is the only ornament left to her by her mother, the stream is clear, the clothes are unfolded, there is a different kind of clarity, she looked down at this piece of blue in a daze, and suddenly saw a person reflected in the clear stream, a lonely person, a pair of lonely eyes, and a lonely knife.

Du Yaqi's heart began to beat, and when she raised her head, she saw a familiar face.

Her heart almost immediately stopped beating, and crystal clear tears continued to pile up in her eyes.

They stared at each other silently like this, and did not speak for a long time, happiness blooming in their gaze like flowers.

At this moment, what other words in the world can express their happiness and joy?

"You're here?"

"It's coming!"

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