When Qian Yi heard this, he really couldn't cry or laugh, but he was still a little moved in his heart, he nodded and said: "Under the power of the Tartars, you still have a loyal heart, it's really rare!" ”

Sun Dayong listened to this compliment, became proud, tilted his head to his nostrils and exhaled, and said with a smile: "That-yes!" ”

But before the words fell, he immediately lowered his head, looked at Qian Yi and said, "But then again, you have to leave when it is dawn." ”

Qian Yi nodded with a wry smile and said, "Don't worry, I will leave before dawn." ”

……。

The two stared at each other for a moment.

After all, Sun Dayong couldn't hold back the strength to chat, and said, "Are you really a spy? ”

Qian Yi hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Afraid, why aren't you afraid?" Qian Yi became sad, "Three days ago, my father and brother died in front of me...... ”

Sun Dayong was shocked and said: "Then if you don't hide, aren't you afraid that you will be killed by a Tartar?" ”

The corners of Qian Yi's mouth twitched slightly, "If you can hide it, why does my father and brother insist on risking their lives knowing that it is dangerous?" ”

"Why?" Sun Dayong asked in horror, "Isn't it better to save your life than to send you to death?" ”

Qian Yi glanced at Sun Dayong steadily, and said with a straight face: "I don't have time to hide, and I can't hide ...... If you find that if you are alive, there will be countless people who will die because you are alive, and you will not ...... I want to live. ”

This sentence is too awkward, Sun Dayong obviously can't understand it, but he can feel Qian Yi's solemnity, which reminds Sun Dayong of the word "loyalty" when listening to the storyteller.

couldn't help but Sun Dayong's blood surging on his head, and he said loudly: "I know, you, and your father and brother, are all ...... Guan Gong. ”

Qian Yi was a little disappointed, this was obviously the most ordinary country boy, with a trace of conscience in his heart and the blood of a young man, he happened to save his life.

Thinking of this, Qian Yi no longer wanted to speak, he slowly closed his eyes, and he had to continue to set off for the south as soon as it was dawn, he needed to cherish this hard-won few hours and accumulate physical strength.

However, Sun Dayong was on the rise at this time, and he said loudly: "Guan Gong sent his sister-in-law thousands of miles away, tsk, hero...... Hey, what are you sending? ”

Qian Yi felt a cloud of anger in his heart for no reason, this kid really couldn't chat, he opened his eyes and glared at Sun Dayong, ignoring him.

Sun Dayong was unconscious, and still asked, "Say, what did you send?" It can't be gold and silver treasure, right? ”

Qian Yi sighed in his heart, so he had to close his eyes again and pretend to be asleep, thinking that this kid would always be conscious.

But Qian Yi was wrong, Sun Dayong was not a master who was willing to give birth, he was stubborn, and he had to ask if he was ugly.

"Brother Qian, what do you say...... You're not hungry again, are you? ”

Qian Yi was angry, opened his eyes and shouted, "Is this what you should ask?" ”

Sun Dayong was startled, swallowed his saliva, and said: "The storyteller said that as long as he is a hero, he is heroic and righteous...... Sit upright, and there is nothing that cannot be said. ”

"Oh ......!" Qian Yi felt a burst of chagrin in his heart, and really wanted to get up and go out to get rid of this fly.

But Sun Dayong stared at Qian Yi with blank eyes, still looking forward to relieving his doubts.

"I'm sending intelligence." Qian Yi finally relented, he was unwilling to lie to a person who had just saved his life, the Qian family sat up straight, such as his uncle, ninth uncle, such as his father and brother.

"What is intelligence?"

Looking at Sun Dayong's strength to break the sand pot and ask to the end, Qian Yi felt a sad cry in his heart.

So, Qian Yi finally put away the irritability in his heart and began to "popularize science" for Sun Dayong.

……。

Money talks.

There are always people who are willing to sell their conscience for the sake of two messes.

Although he may not be a wicked person, or he may just be greedy for a small advantage.

Shijiazhuang is out tonight, whistleblower.

Qian Yi did not wait for dawn, and at the beginning of the end of the year, dozens of local officials surrounded the shop under the guidance of the informant.

When the sound of slamming the door reached the backyard, Qian Yi looked at the frightened Sun Dayong and said apologetically: "I didn't expect it...... It's still a burden on you. ”

Sun Dayong's face was already pale, and he couldn't speak.

When the yacha rushed into the backyard, Qian Yi got up, looked at Sun Dayong and said, "Forget what I said to you tonight, maybe ...... You may still survive to the Northern Expedition. ”

After speaking, Qian Yi opened the door of the warehouse, raised his head and walked out.

If this were in normal times, Qian Yi would not have died, at least not on the spot.

But Dolgon's strict orders from above made these Han yacha indeed ruthless.

But if a stranger goes south, kill him on the spot!

When the arrows came at him, Qian Yi looked up to the sky and shouted, "Long live the Northern Expeditionary Army!" ”

……。

The officials rushed in, rushed into the storeroom, and rummaged through every place.

Then they surrounded and looked at Sun Dayong, who was huddled in the corner of the wall, with a large puddle of water stains under his crotch, and was shivering.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at each other, looking at each other.

One of the leaders sighed lightly, "Look up and don't look down, the villagers' ...... Forget it, when I reported to the top, I said that I shot ...... outside the shop. ”

A yacha on the side hurriedly said: "But in case ......." ”

The leading yacha glared and said, "You don't know this kid?" He was so scared that he peed his pants...... Why, you still went up to make up for him? ”

Yes, kiss or not, hometown people.

The reason why people are human beings is that they have to talk about some human nature.

The yacha came in a hurry, and it went quickly.

When Sun Dayong crawled out of the warehouse door, the backyard was empty except for a puddle of blood stains that had not yet solidified at the door and dozens of deep arrow holes on the ground.

It's like all of this, it never happened, it's just a dream.

But is it really a dream?

Is it a dream, or is it a nightmare?

Sun Dayong lay on his stomach at the door, staring at the pool of blood on the ground with a stiff gaze, for a long, long time.

Some villagers came in cautiously, comforted them, and even brought them to eat, but Sun Dayong kept looking at the pool of blood stains with demented eyes, and did not react at all.

The neighbors also left, and they shook their heads and sighed, "I'm afraid this kid is scared stupid...... I have to hurry up and inform the owner of the shop, and send someone to see the shop....... ”

……。

The contagious power of heroes is often pervasive.

His words and deeds will make people unable to resist at all.

To be precise, a reluctance to resist.

Because people who approach heroes can't help but want to get closer.

Because in everyone's heart, there is a heroic dream hidden.

A living hero always makes people feel ashamed of themselves.

It's like a gentle breeze blowing, and no one can help but feel its warmth.

It is like the red sun shining and the drizzle moistening things.

It's more like a seed sown by hand, which grows when it sees the wind.

But all those who still have blood in their hearts worship heroes.

Although I can't get there, I yearn for it!

That night, a young man, carrying a package, left Shijiazhuang silently, and no one noticed his departure, because he was a little person who was not noticed.

But the little people can always do it, and the thing that shocks the big people is that the egg hurts the stone after all.