Gu Xing couldn't bear the weight of Yuan Song's tall body, so he could only turn sideways and let him to the ground. Usually, the two of them eagerly walked around and looked at Yuan Song with concern. Yuan Song, who had been hit hard, had intermittent breath at this time, and kept coughing up blood, seeing that he couldn't survive.

Zhang Maitreya was stunned for a moment, then got up and wanted to rush towards the shopkeeper who was already dead, but was usually stopped by the waist and hugged. Rao is Zhang Maitreya struggled desperately, usually just closed his eyes, refusing to let go, and tears began to slowly break the embankment at this moment.

Gu Xing leaned over and squatted down, reached forward to check Yuan Song's breath, and was grasped by a strong and powerful hand on the side. The men in the rivers and lakes don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

It was a lonely night, but at this time, it was ticking and it was raining lightly. The rain ran down the faces of the three of them, wrapped in a stream of heat dripping on this strange land.

And Yuan Song, who was already dying, supported the ground with his hands at this time, slowly supporting his bloody body, and desperately squeezing out a smile. With blood-stained lips, he called out to his companion indistinctly.

Zhang Maitreya collapsed after his hoarseness was exhausted, and even with his usual head on his back and fell to the ground. Seeing that Yuan Song had moved, the two jumped up and supported the shaky Yuan Song.

Gu Xing's blood-stained head shook it gently, not having the courage to say a word. And the two of them were unusual, surprisingly calm, just looking at Yuan Song like this, smiling indifferently, and letting the tears fall.

Yuan Song used the only strength in his body, desperately put his hands on the shoulders of the two of them, and said vaguely: "Maitreya, don't be sad, haven't we gone to Nasaibei to see the camels yet?" If you go to that place in the future, remember to ask me if there are really two bulging bags on my back, like the one ......on my mother's chest."

Interrupted by a violent cough, Zhang Maitreya was already crying into tears except for nodding desperately.

Yuan Song unconsciously aggravated the hand that was placed on his usual shoulder, and said suddenly: "Boss, I'm leaving, Zhang Maitreya will ask you." After speaking, you raised her head and looked at Gu Xing, smirking all the time.

Many years later, when Gu Xing recalled Yuan Song's smile that night, he would fall into memories and smile stupidly like this. Perhaps the greatest kindness a person can have for another person is to smile sincerely at the end of his life.

When Yuan Song's arms on the shoulders of the two of them slipped down for no reason, the surge in the sky suddenly had a brief stagnation, which was originally an intermittent light rain, but suddenly turned like a normal and cathartic down.

The three of them looked at Yuan Song with a smile in a daze, unwilling to get up for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, but I usually helped Yuan Song up and carried him on his back. Zhang Maitreya didn't care about wiping the rain all over his face, took out a rope from his arms and handed it to Gu Xing.

Gu Xing tacitly took it, tied Yuan Song's body to Ping's body, and the three of them walked slowly towards the rolling low mountain.

The road that was originally dusty was muddy at this time, and Gu Xing and Zhang Maitreya, who were one foot deep and one foot shallow, had some difficulty walking. However, carrying Yuan Song's ordinary life, he walked so steadily, just like walking on the official road that the horse's hooves had stepped on countless times, steadily.

Xu didn't want to let the brother on his back suffer a little more bumps, even if he had exhausted his internal breath not long ago, he was desperately trying to maintain the only remaining stability. Perhaps, this is the last comfort for my brother.

The three of them came to the foot of the low mountain and looked up. The sky was already glowing with a dazzling red glow, like the woman's face, which was so lovely.

Usually carefully untied the rope and put down Yuan Song, and placed him smoothly on a slightly dry haystack. He pulled a handful of rain-stained weeds from the side, shook them vigorously, and then gently wiped the blood stains on Yuan Song's face.

Zhang Maitreya didn't say anything, just glanced at Yuan Song, who was already with his eyes closed, walked to the foot of the low mountain, leaned over and measured it with his hands. seems to be familiar with Yuan Song's height, and Zhang Maitreya drew a pit with a short blade.

Gu Xing walked up quickly, drew his short sword, and joined in. The two of them dug silently, it was originally the soil soaked in the rain, and it was unusually smooth to dig, but the two of them dug very slowly, very slowly.

After about an hour, Gu Xingcai pulled Zhang Maitreya up from the pit, and the two stood aside, looking at the usual.

Usually, he picked up Yuan Song, like picking up a beloved woman, and walked carefully to the dirt pit. When he came closer, he usually fell to his knees with a thud, and his arms sank, almost slipping Yuan Song off.

The two people who were standing on the side rushed forward and took over and slowly put Yuan Song down.

When the pit was filled by Yuan Song, Chang Ping and Zhang Maitreya couldn't support it anymore, fell to the ground, and whimpered loudly. Although Gu Xing didn't know what had happened between the three of them, judging from the heart-splitting relationship between the two people, the brotherhood was nothing more than that.

Gu Xing had to find a piece of rotten wood from the side, chopped it down with a sword, and handed over the half of the plank and the short sword to Pingping, and usually showed gratitude, so he wrote down the words of the tomb of his deceased brother Yuan Song.

Although Gu Xing didn't know the flowing water, he knew that the words wept blood and cut out the heart.

When he was usually written, Zhang Maitreya snatched it, cut a hole in the palm of his hand, and covered it on the half of the carved rotten wood. The blood that flowed from the palm of his hand stained all the words red, but the Maitreya was unwilling to let go.

Gu Xing knew that the two of them were already in pain, so he took it upon himself to cover up the soil and be sad again.

After doing all this, it was already three poles in the sun, and he usually regained some sanity, urging Zhang Maitreya to quickly insert a piece of rotten wood. Gu Xing had already walked behind the two of them and knelt down first.

Although Zhang Maitreya said that he was reluctant, he still inserted the half of the carved rotten wood deep into the soil in front of the earthen bag, and kept watching, stroking, and stroking......

Usually he couldn't bear it, so he pulled Zhang Maitreya back, took a few steps back and parallel to Gu Xing, and knelt down. The three of them tacitly raised their heads and kowtowed, and only after three bows did they slowly get up and walk towards Nalongshou County. Both of them had tears on their faces, but they didn't wipe them away.

Many years later, when he revisited the old place again, Gu Xing knew the age of that day, the second ugly day of the month of Ding Younian.

Experiencing life and death parting is already an ordinary Gu Xing, but for some reason, his eyes are a little sour. Did Yuan Song block the fatal blow for himself? Or that genuine smile at the end? Or were you moved by the deep affection of the three?

Maybe it's both, maybe it's just a momentary palpitation, who knows? Who really cares?

The three of them didn't say anything all the way, and Yuan Song's death became a knot in the hearts of the three of them. Perhaps, when you come to Longshou County and complete that task, you will be free. After all, it was because of this, and I hope it can end here.

Walking through that desolation, you will be greeted by the beautiful scenery of the warm spring, which is verdant and dripping. One scene at a time, close to Longshou County, even the flowers and plants in the suburbs have become more chic.

But the three of them had no intention of appreciating the stunning scenery, and they were desperate to complete the task that they did not know if they could accomplish. If they were in their current situation, they would probably be nine deaths and one life.

But even so, he and Zhang Maitreya did not have a moment's delay, and they were like going to die, running to the north gate of Longshou County.

The previous plan could no longer be carried out as promised, and the three of them dressed up and followed the flow of people and approached the city gate. It wasn't until near that I found out that the blocked water outside Longshou County was impassable, and it was a vibrant scene, but it was also contaminated by this restlessness, which made people have no intention of looking at it again.

I don't know who howled, "Everyone rush in, I'm afraid I'll die outside when it's late." The crowd, who were already ready to move, began to rush desperately towards the city gate. Those officers and soldiers are weak, and they are already bluffing people with armor.

But who would have thought that this group of homeless people would be so desperate, and they were also stupid on the spot. Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise, and the displaced people, who had been rushing forward, began to flee in all directions, and one of them slashed in front of the city gate, and cut one person in front of him.

After a riot, the displaced people gathered again. You must know that in this troubled era, it is the norm to be weak and weak, and if you report to the group for warmth, there may be a glimmer of life. Seeing that it was no longer possible to break through with force, one person walked out of the group of homeless people, clasped his fists and said loudly: "Please raise your noble hand and wait for me to survive." ”

The sword-wielding sergeant standing in front of the city gate took two steps forward with his long sword on his shoulder. When the group of homeless people saw this person coming, they retreated one after another, fearing that they would be burned. And the man who spoke, though trembling a little, stood still, as if he was going to fight to the end.

The sword-wielding sergeant walked a few steps away from him before he stopped, and said in a rough voice, "Where did you come from?" ”

The person headed by the homeless people suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily and then said with a crying voice: "We were originally from Fengxiang in Longzhou, because of the wars in recent years, we can only leave our hometown to find that glimmer of life." I came here to find a barren place outside the city and settle down. Who knows that thieves are infested here, and have killed several of us, so I have to come to your place to seek refuge, I hope that my lord can be accommodating and give me a way to live. ”

The sword-wielding sergeant was about to say no, but was about to open his mouth and walked slowly, patting the man on the shoulder, the sword-wielding sergeant was about to get angry, turned around and saw the person coming, his face was respectful, and he hugged his fists and said, "Lord County Guard." ”

This person is the county guard of Longshou County who appeared in the country inn yesterday, but at this time, the brocade clothes and jade belt are not as vulgar as yesterday. The three of them hid in the crowd, and when they saw everyone coming, they were all shocked, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

I saw that the county guard gently rebuked the sword-wielding sergeant, helped the kneeling man up, and then said loudly: "Since it is my Houtang people, there is absolutely no reason not to save it, the emperor has the right to arrange it quickly, accept it all, and there must be no mistake." ”

The sword-wielding sergeant respectfully replied with a "no" and turned and walked briskly towards the city gate. The county keeper just said this simple sentence, and he won the hearts of the people.

The sword-wielding sergeant returned to the city gate without a single stick of incense, walked up to the county guard, clenched his fists, and said, "Lord Qiqi, arrangements have been made to let the homeless people enter the city with me." ”

The county guard of Longshou County turned pale and shouted: "Wanderers? Huangfuquan, you have heard me clearly, it is the people of the Later Tang Dynasty, if I hear these two words again in the future, you don't have to be this captain anymore. ”

Hearing this, Huangfu Quan knelt down, bowed his head to the ground, and even claimed that it was, but he didn't dare to be displeased. Seeing that Huangfu Quan was trembling, the county guard of Longshou County knelt on one knee, raised his hands, and helped the Huangfu captain up.

Huangfu Quan's trembling expression became a little complicated, and the Longshou County Code said softly: "Captain Huangfu, I don't want to blame you, but you must understand, you are also the people of the Later Tang Dynasty, what is important?" What is light? ”

Huang Fuquan didn't dare to raise his head to look at the county guard's eyes like torches, so he could only nod his head heavily, and said in his mouth: "It's a subordinate gaffe, and he will definitely not do it again in the future." The county guard of Longshou County nodded with satisfaction, and asked Huangfu Quan to lead everyone to the city gate.