Time can smooth out a lot of sorrow and suffering in the world, but it is not everything.

In the face of the powerful army of the Northern Yuan Empire, Xuanping not only mobilized several elite divisions and the defenders of various provinces in the north, but also began to summon orders in the south, and the soldiers and civilians from all over the country responded, and the retired veteran took out a spear wrapped in strips of cloth from the box under the bed and wiped it gently. The farmer in the field threw the hoe to his daughter-in-law and said goodbye with tears. The backbone and backbone of a nation are vividly displayed at this time.

In the eyes of his neighbors, Wu Jia has always been a taciturn man, and his only hobby is to carry a wine jug to the river in the east of the village in the middle of the night to drink, looking at the river in a daze.

Especially in winter, Wu Jia looks forward to the freezing of the river. However, this Gyeongnam Province is located in the south, the climate is relatively warm and pleasant, and there are few signs of river freezing.

I remember that seven or eight years ago, there was heavy snowfall, not only in the slightly southerner areas of Jingnan Guangling, but also in Jiangnan, Jingchu and other places.

Wu Jia was different, took the wine gourd, and went straight to the small river that didn't even have a name, and when he got to the river, he picked up the ice and snow, lay flat on the ice, and muttered to himself. He sat up when the flying snowflakes were about to completely cover him, and then began to cry alone facing the ice, laughing at times, like crazy, and finally if it wasn't for the kindness of his neighbor Brother Xu to carry him back, he would have frozen to death there.

That day, Wu Jia and Lao Xu chatted for a long time around the stove, most of the time Wu Jia was talking, and Lao Xu occasionally interjected a sentence or two. Wu Jia poured beans into a bamboo tube and recounted his past to Lao Xu, describing the unprecedented war, and describing the magnificent scene of the golden iron horse swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

Lao Xu only knew at this time that this strange man who came to settle in the village fifteen years ago still had such a sad, crying, pitiful and lamentable story.

Knowing why this silent man chose to live in his own village, knowing why this 50-year-old bachelor likes to go to the river to drink, and knowing the great misfortune that happened to him, Lao Xu has nothing else to do except sigh and comfort.

There are so many poor people in the world that onlookers can sigh with emotion. It would be nice to have two more words of comfort.

After a torrential afternoon rain, there is no earthy smell in the air, and the cold is even better. Autumn is mostly associated with desolation, and sad parting is common.

The night was dark, and the faint starlight was completely robbed of its brilliance by the bright moon hanging high. In the courtyard, Lao Xu and Wu Jia were drinking wine, the dishes were quite sumptuous, and Lao Xu specially asked his wife to make a few more dishes. For this neighbor, Lao Xu's family still takes great care of him. Wu Jia is not unaware of the lord of the Grace Map, he caught prey in the mountains, caught fish in the river, and sent them to Lao Xu's house.

Lao Xu's wife is not a delicate beauty, but she is also a good woman who is a good family and follows the etiquette system, women are sensual, after listening to her husband about Wu Jia's past, she is more sympathetic to Wu Jia, and her husband has invited each other to come to the house for so many years. I never said much, and I left the table early today. Leave the venue to the two.

Wu Jia looked at the full moon reflected in the bowl, and then looked at Lao Xu's family, and couldn't help but feel sad. Once upon a time, he also had a complete home, harmonious and complete.

At that time, he ran the Xiaowu Gym, his wife was also a gentle and loving person like Lao Xu's wife, and his son was obedient and sensible.

The good things in the world are not strong, and the colored clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. Life is always a mixed bag.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in 970 was the last Mid-Autumn Festival for their family, and the round mooncakes were their last reunion dinner. From that day on, Wu Jia took his son to bid farewell to his wife and set out on the road to the west.

Unfortunately, Wu Jia was unable to bring his son back, and in the early morning of November 5 of the following year, he watched his son, who had not yet reached the crown, being stabbed through the guts with a spear by the demon cub and kicked down the cold and piercing Salin River. He watched the tragedy happen from afar, and his heart was like a knife. But there is nothing they can do. He could only swing the broadsword in his hand again and again, slashing at the enemy in front of him, trying to kill a way, the closest way to his son.

By the end of the battle, he had not been able to get to the place where his son had fallen into the water, he jumped into the Salin River despite the resistance of his comrades, and began to look for his son like crazy, his hands were drenched in blood by the broken arrows in the river, and his body was knocked down many times by the corpses of soldiers flowing down the river, and finally he was exhausted and could no longer stand the erosion of the cold river and the collapse of his heart, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and his body began to sink.

When he woke up again at noon on the third day, he was rescued by his companions, and without thanks, he ran in the direction of the Sarin without putting on his shoes. Come to the riverside. He was disillusioned. The river was frozen several feet thick, and he picked up the stone and chiseled it into the hard ice, leaving only a shallow trace. He couldn't move, and he lay on the ice and cried. The fist collided with ice once.

From that day until the withdrawal of the Xuanping army. There is one more madman on the Saarin.

The past is unbearable.

With a "clanging bell", the two bowls collided, the innocent white wine entered the throat, and the full moon disappeared briefly.

"Do you really want to go?" Lao Xu picked up a slice of cooked beef and asked Wu Jia. Xuanping was not strict with the people, and there was no regulation prohibiting the eating of beef. The people of Wufu are abundant, the four seas are peaceful, and the people with slightly better conditions can also eat, but I don't know how long this kind of life can last.

"I want to go," Wu Jia, who was not good at talking, replied very simply and simply. He wants to leave, he wants to go back to the Deer Army, he became a lieutenant in less than a year in the past, and the death of his son made him disheartened, and he has lived for more than ten years, and it is time to go back.

"That's okay, kill a few more Northern Barbarians, don't fall into the prestige of our village, our village, there have also been big officials, the biggest one seems to be a general! Brother, I'm a lot older than you, and I can't do it, otherwise I'll definitely accompany you to the north to see how bearish the northern barbarians are, let's Xuanping even kill the demon cubs, and you're still afraid of those barbarians? The more Lao Xu spoke, the more energetic he became, and he was full of energy.

Without waiting for Wu Jia to reply, Lao Xu continued to take care of himself: "Brother, I can't stand it in this life, and I haven't been able to go far, the farthest place is probably the Imperial Capital City, unlike my brother, you have seen a big scene, and even the demon cubs have killed a few." It's really powerful, my son is better than me, he has read a lot of books, and now he is a teacher in the town, in fact, I still want him to join the army in my heart. ”

"What's bad about teaching and educating people, serving in the army alive and returning home, bad luck and no bones remaining, nothing good." Wu Jia was a little lonely after speaking, and there were no bones, yes. Isn't that the case with my own son?

Lao Xu was secretly annoyed that he had nothing to do with this stubble, lifted the wine jug, shook it, and it was just enough for two bowls.

"Brother Xu, you and your sister-in-law have taken care of me a lot over the years, and I have nothing to thank you, I'll give you the house when I leave, it's worthless, and it's a little heart." Wu Jia did not drink, but solemnly explained to Lao Xu what happened after his death.

"What kind of is this, why don't you come back?" Lao Xu was a little angry.

"I'm afraid I'll die outside." Wu Jia explained truthfully. On the battlefield, his head is equivalent to half of the house, let alone a person who begs for death.

This time it was Lao Xu's turn to have nothing to say, "No matter how much, the house will show you, wait for you to come back, drink, drink, drink." ”

"Okay, drink."

"Clank!"

The two bowls collided, and the full moon dissipated once again into invisibility. It never appeared again. Lao Xu waited for many years, and waited until the eldest grandson became a general, and the younger grandson won the championship. I didn't wait for the full moon in the bowl opposite.

After saying goodbye to Lao Xu, Wu Jia didn't go home directly, and came to the river that had come countless times, but tonight he didn't see the wine gourd in his hand.

The river flowed slowly, and the full moon in the bowl secretly followed Wu Jia to the surface of the river. It seems that he is afraid that if he doesn't take a good look, he won't be able to see it.

Wu Jia sat on the dry grass and picked up a stone and smashed it into the full moon in the water, and the full moon scattered again and again, and then condensed and formed again and again. Against Wu Jia.

When there were no stones beside him, Wu Jia stopped his movements, and talked to himself to the river again, and for the last time, until the second half of the night, he went home.

said that it was home, Wu Jia did not regard it as home, and his home was long gone. What Lao Xu didn't know was that Wu Jia was not a foreigner, Wu Jia lived in a town more than 30 miles away more than ten years ago.

As soon as the sky was bright, Wu Jia hung the key on the door of Lao Xu's house and set off with his bags. He still has something to do, he has to meet someone. A loved one.

There is a dilapidated martial arts hall in Qingxi Town, and there is a woman in front of the door who is doing small business with her husband.

The woman's previous husband never returned, and after five or six years of waiting, there was no letter. The people who joined the army together in the town said that they didn't know, and the government said that the people were still alive, but they never came back. Without a man, without a son, forced to make a living, the woman had to remarry, and now her husband is very good to her, and he deliberately put the stall at the door of the martial arts hall to leave her a memory.

Wu Jia came to Qingxi Town, he had to come every half a month, here was his home, his former home.

Obviously, the martial arts hall was his former home, and the woman at the door was his wife.

Wu Jiazhan didn't dare to see his wife after returning from the fight, he had no face to see, and he swore that with his own ability, he would definitely be able to take his son to make a name for himself on the battlefield and return to his hometown. In the end, it was all for nothing.

In the past ten years, Wu Jia only dared to look at his wife's figure from afar, and didn't dare to get a little closer. He was afraid that his wife would recognize him, and he would not be able to explain. At the same time, he didn't want to disturb his wife's life, she remarried another man, he didn't blame her, he was not qualified. She's doing well.

There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and what is even more ridiculous is that they will disperse before they get together.

Wu Jia is gone, there is no place for him here, it was gone more than ten years ago.