Loulan is not an isolated castle.

The main city of Loulan and some small satellite cities are scattered around the terrain of a river valley, which is called the Peacock River Valley, and on a high ground in the river valley, it is the burial place of the high priests of the past dynasties.

The relief murals are extremely exquisite, every stroke, every stroke can vaguely see the style of the Central Plains, this is a country of China, they yearn for the prosperity of the Central Plains culture, and love the silk and tea produced in the Central Plains, which is the source of their survival.

Now that Loulan is recovering, commerce will rise here again, the once prosperous pearl of the Western Regions will once again shine on the entire desert, the high priest Nakia mobilized all the people of Loulan to build a mansion for Yan Hong, and created a statue of Yan Hong in it, Loulan's children and grandchildren will always remember this benefactor of Loulan.

At the same time, the high priest also hoped that Yan Hong would return to Loulan one day in the future, believing that the prosperity of Loulan at that time would shock him.

Row after line, Loulan is getting farther and farther away from them, the desert has become a wasteland, the wasteland has turned into a grassland, and occasionally you can see lonely poplars growing abruptly in the desert, and you can already see the sparkling waves in the distance, according to the guides, this is an oasis after arriving at the group of Biansai.

It is also the first supply point after the Central Plains people came out of the congestion, there is a clear lake and a large poplar forest, and occasionally one or two happy and proud fish can be seen in the lake.

The arms slowly stretched, as if to embrace this verdant poplar forest, two thousand years of desert has already swallowed up a single qiē here, so green poplar has long since disappeared.

Nowadays, however, it is everywhere.

"What are you doing here, it's just some trees?" Da Si Ming was very strange, looking at Yan Hong's expression, he seemed to be a little emotional, and he seemed to sigh, he really didn't understand what was good about these trees.

"You don't understand, thousands of years have been vicissitudes. Maybe the next time we come here, it won't be the same anymore, and when we come here a hundred years from now, maybe everything will be different. "Well, a hundred years from now? Even if we don't enter the ground, we will become grandfathers and grandmothers, can you still walk? The big priest glanced at Yan Hong angrily. As long as I want, I will definitely come and bring you with me when the time comes. Yan Hong said with a smile. Hey. You know the poor mouth. Da Si Ming was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, and revisited the old place together after a hundred years?

This is an extremely tempting thing, and it is also an extremely solemn promise, life and death will not be separated, poverty will not be abandoned, and old together, which woman does not want this, at this moment Yan Hong said it in an alternative way. Da Si Ming didn't say anything, but his heart was sweetly tight.

After laughing, Da Si Ming was still unforgiving, "I'm afraid it's not just the two of us who will come then...... There is also Xiao Si, Rong'er. Cher...... Don't count them when the time comes. ”

Obviously, he is jealous, but Yan Hong has no way at all, maybe this is the price of hugging left and right, and being fat and thin. But a man is willing to bear such a price.

"I hope that this is really the case, and after a hundred years, you can all be by my side." The deep voice was tinged with emotion. All unconscious hearts were shocked.

Almost at the same time, both the young and the big gods gave birth to a longing and yearning for a better future.

"I'll say something nice and make people happy." Da Si Ming lightly slapped Yan Hong's chest in disgust, but somehow, the tip of his nose was a little sour.

Shao Siming and Xiao Li held hands, two or three steps behind, I don't know what to say by biting my ears, girls really become friends so easily?

I don't understand it when I guess it.

The wind shook the branches and leaves, and the rustling sound seemed to awaken Yan Hong's memories of the past, which was a small poem.

The branches of the deserted sand trail are wriggling with sparse leaves.

Like a monk who has attained the Tao for a thousand years, he has come to see him today.

In the name of poetry, find a good fate, a living Buddha in the sea of sand.

When to open your eyes, when to open your eyes.

The sweat and blood horses on the screen, all the sweat is boiled into blood.

As long as there is vitality in the body, a few leaves will be spelled out.

As long as there is vitality in the body, a few leaves will be spelled out. In the end, he died in battle because he was defeated, so he used his own Ge.

Cut off their own bodies, lying or standing in the desert. Tragic battlefields can be seen everywhere, and martyrs have never been buried.

Picking a few vicissitudes of white hair with my fingers, this is the only thing on my body that can be immortal with poplar. This is the only thing on my body that can accompany the immortality of Populus euphratica, the dead Populus euphratica.

In the flying sand stirred by the wild wind, it is like a group of drowning people stretching out their hands for help.

In the end, because there is no glimmer of life to grasp, it is frozen with despair.

In fact, what Populus wants to catch is precisely after the water if they donate their lives. can attract sweet springs, and the poplar community will die again without hesitation.

If they donate their lives, they will be able to bring in sweet springs. The poplar community will die again without hesitation!

No one heard what Yan Hong's mouth was muttering, it seemed to be a poem, and it seemed to be a fu, maybe it was an occasional feeling, but the three women didn't ask much.

"It's not too early, let's rest here tonight, and I'll be on my way tomorrow." Yan Hong said.

The horses and camels were tethered, and the salutes were tied, but the three women were only responsible for the easiest work of making a fire, and it was not difficult to make a fire in a large area of poplars.

In the desert, the temperature difference between day and night is very large, there are many jackals and the like, fire is an indispensable thing, although a dinner is not rich, but warm, Yan Hong is a group of four, as for the guide and the caravan are not far away in another group, the three women are too beautiful, these men walking in the desert are a little afraid to look at each other, it is a mysterious feeling, just like the fairies in the sky, so that these rough men can't bear to blaspheme.

Luckily, it's farther away.

The cold moonlight, the occasional crackling of branches, and the distant waves of the lake are the most unique songs in the poplar forest, and if you add to them the sound of the leaves, it is the favorite duet of the camel team.

Music is often the thing that can bring people closer to each other, when the merchants play the beautiful ballads outside the city, everyone is besieged, all the women dance around the fire, all the men are holding their skins and drinking, maybe only at this time, the heart will let go of all guards, treat each other sincerely.

Under the bright starry sky, Yan Hong was already a little drunk, walked forward with a smile, and danced with the big priest, hand in hand, whirl, jump, big loop, lift, there was no discipline at all, let alone any routine, a qiē do what he wants, he is free, he can play how he wants.

However, everyone could see how happy and happy the long-haired woman in the red dress was, and her smile was more gorgeous than the most beautiful flower in the world. (To be continued......)

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