Hearing the sound of some heavy footsteps on the other side of the door through the door, Fei Qian couldn't help frowning. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

What's going on?

I didn't talk about two sentences when I met in person, and I just slammed the door and left?

Did I say something wrong?

Fei Qian first suppressed a slight dissatisfaction, and then went through his words and deeds, and found that there was nothing rude, which made Fei Qian feel even more confused.

Huang Xianliang was only on the road to accept Fei Qian's promise to let him copy the Spring and Autumn Zuo clan, and when he saw Fei Qian and his own people being dumped outside the courtyard gate, he couldn't help but be angry, and shouted: "My lord came here and was snubbed like this, is this the way the Ma family is hospitable?" ”

There was a muffled grunt behind the courtyard door, and then there was silence.

Fei Qian thought for a while, and raised his voice: "This visit, there is a lot of presumptuousness, if there is any disturbance, I hope to bear with it." Then he signaled to hang the pheasant he brought on the side of the courtyard gate, and took Huang Xianliang and others away.

The etiquette of the Han Dynasty was very important, and the pheasant was the first sight of the scholars. The people of the Han Dynasty believed that once the pheasant was surrounded by people, when it could not escape, it would neither be afraid of human intimidation nor eat the bait, but quickly commit suicide, so it was difficult for people to catch live wild pheasants, and used pheasants as a greeting gift, not because of the delicious taste of wild pheasants, but to show that they were all "festival and righteousness" people between each other.

As Fei Qian and the others moved away, there was silence inside and outside the courtyard, as if all the area had died, motionless.

Only a gentle breeze gently blew the feathers of the upside-down pheasant.

Maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was only a short while, the creak of the courtyard gate was slowly opened, and the middle-aged man's face was full of heaviness, as if the courtyard gate weighed a thousand catties.

The middle-aged man saw that there was no one outside the courtyard, and his expression was very complicated, as if he had finally thrown away the stone that was pressed in his heart, and as if he suddenly discovered that the stone he threw out was actually a precious jade......

As soon as the middle-aged man stepped out of the courtyard door, he noticed something on one side, turned his head suddenly, and even the bones in his neck made a clicking sound, and then the whole person was stunned as if he had been immobilized.

After a long time, the middle-aged man seemed to have recovered from the state of ice sculpture, and slowly stretched out his hand with some hesitation, just touching the feathers of the wild pheasant, as if he had been burned by a fiery red soldering iron, and instantly retracted, his eyes were a little discrete, and his expression was also a little trance......

A woman walked out of the courtyard, quietly walked to the man's side, and gently held the man's trembling hand.

After a long time, the man let out a long sigh, lowered his head, looked at the woman beside him, and whispered, "Yun Niang, take this...... Throw it away......"

"Da Lang ......"

The middle-aged man's movement towards the house froze for a moment, "...... Thrown! ”

Yun Niang looked at the man who seemed to have fled, and also sighed, walked out of the yard, untied the wild pheasant, held it in her hand, looked back at the house, and looked down at the wild pheasant......

As soon as the curtain of the door was lifted, the man quickly glanced at it, and found that Yun Niang's hands were empty, and Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Niang glanced at the man, didn't say anything, and silently went to the back kitchen to get busy.

Inside the house, neither of them spoke, as if they had lost the ability to speak.

Yun Niang made the evening and brought it up.

The evening sauce is very simple, two bowls of porridge and a small dish of salted radish.

Eat in silence.

Eat it silently.

Wash up silently.

Silent rest.

The night in the suburbs was very quiet, except for a weaver lying in the crevice, chirping tirelessly.

I don't know how long it took, Yun Niang suddenly said softly: "Da Lang...... Haven't slept yet, have you? ”

The middle-aged man didn't speak, just hummed softly.

"Actually, I know you haven't forgotten...... Can't forget ......."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, didn't say a word, stared straight at the beads of his eyes, and flashed an indescribable light in the night.

“…… In the past five or six years, you have been up every morning, whether it is windy or rainy, even when you are busy farming, you have never stopped...... Alas, I know, you can't forget......"

The middle-aged man finally opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "How can you forget? I want to forget, but ......"

yes, how could it be forgotten?

That year, the people of Shangjun dragged their children and lost their homes, and fled south in panic like lost wild dogs......

In that month, in front of the Qianghu Xiongnu who were surging like locusts, Shangjun's defense line was stabbed with thousands of holes, and wolf smoke was everywhere......

On that day, the last county seat of Shangjun was breached, and he had to protect Shangjun with the remnants of the army, fight a bloody way out of the siege, and flee for his life......

That night, Qiang Hu chased after him, his comrades-in-arms, those brothers, couldn't run, couldn't escape, just one by one, a team of people automatically turned around to intercept the pursuers, just to be able to buy another minute and a second......

How could we forget the fire burning at the head of the city, the homeland that was plundered by the Hu people!

How could you forget the blood that flowed in Shangjun, the head that piled up so that you couldn't look at it until you died!

How could it be forgotten that there was also the man who died in his arms, his child, who had just turned sixteen, the only incense in the Ma family!

The middle-aged man got out of bed and looked up at the sky, the lonely moon in the sky was bleak and cold.

He had hoped that one day, a herald from the imperial court would gallop to the door, shout loudly, and order him to return to the team, and then he and those compatriots of the day, galloping back to Shangjun!

Ten years have passed, a month has passed, a year has passed, but in the end, no one came......

For so many years, he thought that he had forgotten, that he had forgotten how to arrange troops in the field, that he had forgotten the swords, guns and clubs in the sickles and hoes, that he had forgotten the glory of the horses and that he had dimmed the hope in his heart in the anticipation day after day and year after year......

Just when he thought that he would be old here in this life, Fei Qian suddenly appeared!

When he ran out of the door, how he wished it was the old county guard of the year, and then he could see a group of familiar old faces......

But he didn't know any of them.

And this Shangjun guard is still so young.

He hesitated......

Yun Niang got up silently, dragged out a large box from the corner of the room, and opened the box with the help of the moonlight that reflected obliquely in the room, and pulled out two pieces of armor from the box!

The iron pieces on the armor struck each other, exuding a killing aura under the cold moonlight, and on the armor, there were faint traces of chopping.

Yun Niang covered the box, put one of them on the lid of the box, but put the other one on herself, reached to the side of the armor and tied the tie, instantly changed from a peasant woman to a female warrior, and then carried the other armor, standing proudly in front of the middle-aged man!

"Ma Yan Ma Chengyuan!

"The glory of the Ma family was taken on the battlefield, not from the fields!

"After all these years, isn't this day what you have been looking forward to?

"If you can't forget, you don't have to forget!

"Let's go back! Let's go back!

"Use the knives and guns in our hands to tell the group of Hu people in Shangjun that the former General Duliao, our Ma family, is back!

"Whether it's the rain of arrows and guns, whether it's the sea of swords and fire, I ...... I'll be with you ......"

Ma Yan took the armor and stroked the traces of knives and arrows on it, and before he knew it, his face was full of tears, his mouth opened wide, but he didn't make a sound, just dumb and stuffed between his chest and abdomen, tears mixed with snot flowed all over his face, covered with beard, and finally dripped to the ground, splashing a little dust......