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The longitudinal song is cold, and it has not gone to the wind; sighed for a long time, and did not reduce arrogance.

The cold wind howled, washing away the dead horse grass, like a forest and a sea listening to the waves. The sound of twisted cars and horses struggled to pull Yue'e down the Qingxuan night sky.

A carriage, just as slow.

In this dark desert, under the pale moonlight, there is only one carriage, as slow as the years.

It seems that it has been moving forward for a long time in the years, as if it has been tireless and very tired since the beginning of this horse. It was as if his progress was already a kind of stillness, as still as the years, and when the ancient road of the vines and grass seemed bumpy and uneasy, there was a greater bump.

How long has it been?

I don't know. Just go down the road. Facing the moonlight, facing the daylight, facing the evening breeze, facing the morning dew, unrestrained.

How far is it going?

I don't know. It should be soon. It seems that the end of memory has been reached.

The moonlight slowly faded, and the paleness of the years could no longer be reflected. The cold wind did not stop, sweeping the rocks and sands of the frozen soil. Darkness, noise, or silence and cold begin and spread wantonly.

The galaxy is bright,

The sound of rustling.

A figure emerged from the carriage. He was going to drive to a place where there was undried forage.

A tall man, he can't tell his age secretly.

It's just a tiredness that can't be hidden.

It's winter, and the nights are dry and cold.

Stirred by the cold wind, the man rubbed his hands, but he didn't shrink back, stretched his muscles and bones with his negative hands, and looked at the end of the road.

It was dark and nothing could be seen.

Looking around, there was a two-foot-high bluestone on the side of the road, and when I pressed it with my hand, it was so cold that it went deep into the bone marrow. This bone-chilling chill reminded him of the chill at that time, as if the world was gone, the sun was gone, the light and heat were gone, why did the world still exist, but why did I still keep it.

Drift away, and then retract.

The man propped it up with one hand and flipped it over. Stand tall and look into the distance.

In the deep night, in the distance, there was a darker color, sporadically emitting faint points of light, as if the stars had not yet flown into the sky.

It's the city. Binh Duong's home is there.

At this time, at this time, Pingyang should hold himself. What about Binh Duong?

Binh Duong is not there. She's dead.

The man crouched down, crossed his hands on his chin, and squinted. Through the night, he seemed to see Pingyang as a child, jumping up, holding his mother's hand, running from the other end of the road, laughing crisply. The cool breeze is beautiful, and the sun is just right.

Pingyang, who ran over, has bright eyebrows, a smile like a flower, red lips and bright teeth, and a misty sideburns. Suddenly it became red, blue, cyan, orange dots of light, then endless darkness, and even darker darkness in the distance.

The man was stunned for a moment, his eyes red with emotion,

Jumped off the bluestone and got back into the carriage.

In the cramped carriage, he hugged his daughter, who was asleep, in the dark. The man suddenly smiled, smiling slightly, with a clear light in his eyes. Then, he fell into a deep sleep.

His surname is Ji, and his name is Fu. His daughter, named Ji Lusheng.

The wind outside the country blew more and more fiercely, and let out a fierce and desolate roar, and the aftermath of it drifted back like the cry of a ferocious beast.

It didn't take long for the day to dawn.

Winter is faint and the sun is bleak. The mud ruts from the wagon last night had been covered with a thin layer of ice.

The carriage shook a few times, and Ji Fu got out with Lu Sheng in his arms. The morning breeze was shivering, and Ji Fu tightly covered Lu Sheng's back. Xiao Lusheng writhed uncomfortably, swaying from side to side, looking around curiously.

The city was not far away, he had no intention of solving the problem of food and clothing on the spot, turned around and put Lu Sheng into the car, and helped the old horse to remove the bundles of hay under his body, the horse was already thin, and he was lucky to survive this night.

The lean horse snorted a few times, cleared the ice ballast in front of his nostrils, and stomped his hooves. Ji Fu propped up the horse's back and loosened the old guy's muscles. Then, he stretched his muscles and bones, lifted his hips and sat in the carriage, and he didn't need a whip, but only drank softly. Ma Benshi Shi walked forward, staggering, with the sound of ice ballast breaking, and disappeared in the direction that Pingyang ran from last night.

The sun is three poles, and Gulan City has two points of hustle and bustle. This is a gathering city, located outside the borders of Youzhou, west of Buyeo, and is a gathering point for the branch of the Xianbei tribe in the north and several merchants of the Han Dynasty to attract people who want to live here. So it's not going to be a messy capital. As to whether the people at the top were fighting painstakingly, the people did not know.

When the city was first built, only two gates were opened, but the east gate was later opened to strengthen trade. This is the gate of Kumon Castle to the east. Four soldiers are standing guard. It's deserted.

A cool breeze blew, and a squinting soldier suddenly shivered violently, and the soldier who was napping next to him was awakened by him, raised his hand and picked up the guy and struck it twice in front and to the right, shouting: "What man! I was stunned for a moment before I realized that there was nothing. The trembling soldier first raised his head to look around, there was nothing abnormal, and then straightened his waist and looked into the distance.

A carriage was slowly approaching. It is staggering, as if it has been moving forward for a long time in the years.

The carriage slowly swung into the city gates. Ji Fu looked at the four soldiers, smiling, and his eyes were red and swollen by the wind, as if he was trying to identify whether there was a young man among them who had seen him leave with Pingyang back then. It was also a sassy time.

The soldiers didn't even glance at him.

Entering the mottled city gate, Ji Fu looked around, and felt as if nothing had changed.

He unconsciously touched his cheek, feeling a tingling and mottling sensation instead of a full flesh and soft mustache.

It's so real.

I wish it was a dream.

He thought of his father and brothers, smiled bitterly, his eyes darkened, and rode forward.

The inn in front of you turns around, and it is the route to Chufu.

This inn has really not changed at all.

Ji Fu was pleasing to the eye, and the carriage swayed left and right, which was very pleasant.

Chu Mansion. The vermilion gate was locked, a little deserted, and the door was gray and yellow with two Zhuang cranes flying in the clouds. The red door and blue wall are bleak and thin.

Ji Fu jumped out of the carriage, walked up the stairs, stood still for a while, and solemnly slammed the door, the bronze face knocker was cold and piercing, making a hard sound.

There was a tooth-aching sound. A door was slowly pulled open. poked out a head, looked young, and looked Ji Fu up and down.

"Who are you looking for in Chu Mansion? But what's the matter? "The expressionless face is the biggest expression, as if it is enough to hold back the words of driving people away.

The young man's expression of rejection from thousands of miles away made Ji Fu a little embarrassed, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm looking for Master Chu Liao, but it's okay to say that the kid Ji Fu came to pay respects." Well, that's it, bother. ”

"Who's coming?" Before the young man could answer, a soft cry came from behind, with a smile that had overflowed, and an old man suddenly appeared, his face full of surprise.

"Ah, Mr. Yu! You...... It's still there. Ji Fu recognized the person, but the emotions were profound. Mr. Yu is the old-timer of the Chu family, the brother of Mrs. Chu, who has worked hard all his life, grew up watching Pingyang, and naturally loves Pingyang very much. If......

"Finally crazy enough to come back? This kid seems to be finally settling down, right? The steward's face was kind, and there was a hint of banter in his tone. Alas, where did Binh Duong go? Aren't you going to scare me again, an old man? The manager looked around, and it seemed that there was a girl behind the door who was grimacing and yelling at him. But no, no roar, no laughter. The cold wind whined and blew in his ears.

"Pingyang, she ......" Ji Fu turned his head to look at Xiao Lusheng, still not knowing how to answer this question. All the way from Kuyama Province, he thought about this question almost all the time. Pingyang married him, and of course he was to blame for something. How many starry nights, Ji Fu squatted on the side of the road, thinking about the living Pingyang, the dead Pingyang, and how to tell the news to the Chu Mansion.

Ji Fu lowered his head to look at Xiao Lusheng, restrained and unnatural...... Laughed.

He laughed so badly, like a thunderbolt, it shocked the old man.

"Pingyang is dead." He laughs. The rumbling thunder that followed the thunder struck the poor old man again.

Manager Yu didn't speak, closed the door with his hand, and then turned around and kicked Ji Fu violently.

Ji Fu let go of Lu Sheng's hand, rolled down the stone steps backwards, and hit the horse's leg.

People who have been outside the plug all the year round always have some strength.

The manager jumped down in two steps, lifted Ji Fu with one hand, and was about to drop his fist with anger, but he couldn't fall.

Ji Fu was still laughing, but his eyes were red.

Mr. Yu was a little sad and sad.

Ji Fu didn't struggle, twisted his head, and looked at the earthy yellow ice and snow swept into a pile on the side of the road.

The manager stared at Ji Fu for a long time, without saying a word, and the solemn wind passed through the icy street.

"That's it. How did Binh Duong die? The manager let go of his hand, Ji Fu sat down on the ground, the manager stumbled back slightly, and asked in a deep voice.

"Sick to death. Sickness...... Sick. ”

The manager turned to face the door wall, and on the stone steps, Xiao Lusheng sat on the ground and looked at him blankly, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and he was uncomfortable. He walked up the steps and picked up Xiao Lusheng, the doll was obviously a little resistant, and the manager smiled miserably.

"Like, so beautiful, I hope your life will be better." As he spoke, he put down Lu Sheng and said softly:

"You take the child and leave first, I will tell the old lady slowly, don't dare to be in a hurry, take the money and find the inn on the next street to stay, I will go to you." After a pause, he said, "Sort it out yourself, the cause and effect, and prepare to tell the master." After speaking, he pushed the door and entered. The young man poked his head out, threw out a gold purse the size of a rabbit, and slammed it into the ground with a metallic sound.

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