Between the world and the water, the wind fluctuates on both sides.

When the red sun is empty, there is no intention to sleep, and the homeland sleeps peacefully.

The geese are singing, the fish is leaping and the lotus is moving, and the oars are fast sailing.

Captain Lou drove away the thief Kou Ri, and counted the gray hairs and waited for leisure.

……

Wei Jin lay in the rocking cabin, half asleep, he knew that this was the way to counterinsurgency, and he also knew that this was an unknown road.

Ying Qiong walked in.

"Uncle Wei, how do you feel? It is inevitable that the boat will be uncomfortable, you can bear with it, and you will arrive in Jiangzhou immediately. Ying Qiong walked to Wei Jin's side, looked at Wei Jin in a daze, and asked softly.

"Childe, I'm afraid the old man won't be able to arrive......" Wei Jin slowly opened his eyes wide, and said with a sad face, he already felt that his limit had come.

"No, no, Uncle Wei, you have to be good, we haven't returned to Yangzhou yet." Ying Qiong muttered, at this moment, the feeling in his heart was like the feeling of his father when he was dying, but there was an irrepressible feeling that was impacting him even more than at that time.

"Don't be sad, childe, birth, old age, sickness and death, life is impermanent, the old man is just an ordinary person, since his life is here, he will gladly accept it......" Wei Jin said and said, he brought out a crying voice, you can hear that he actually has a lot of reluctance.

"Uncle Wei......" Ying Qiong's tears formed beads in the corners of his eyes, swirled, and rolled down, looking at Wei Jin, who was old and old, he finally experienced unprecedented loneliness.

A moment of sadness permeated the cabin.

Wei Jin was in tears and couldn't speak.

Ying Qiong's tears were shining, and he didn't know what to say.

Long.

"Childe, the old minister has no children under his knees, accepts Fan Chuan as a disciple, and regards him as his own, this son is smart by nature and astute, but his body is weaker, and he needs more experience. Shen Yan has always been cautious, conscientious, and a steady person, if he is undecided, he can ask Shen Yan to make a decision, if he has nothing to do, he can ask Fan Chuan, the kid is ghostly, and he often makes strange moves. After the old minister leaves, Shen Yan can be the manager, and after Shen Yan, Fan Chuan can succeed him...... As for Han Chufei, the prince should use it carefully......" Wei Jin explained the things behind him sentence by sentence. In the words, there is a deep reluctance to correspond to the firmament, but he has grown up with his own eyes, and the feelings in it are self-evident.

"Why use it sparingly...... Han Chufei? Ying Qiong endured the grief in his heart, slowly knelt beside Wei Jin, and asked softly.

Wei Jin knew that Ying Qiong would ask this, and he also knew that it was time to tell him Han Chufei's life experience, so he sighed softly, it was all about creation and making people.

"Han Chufei, he is the former Jiannan Festival envoy, the son of General Han Buxuan, when General Han came to attack the enemy in the Shu War, he died in battle, and even the bones were not found after his death, when the court was in turmoil, the old marshal ordered someone to build a mound for him in the Sword Pavilion to mourn the martyrs, and his only son, who was still in infancy, in order to protect the martyrs, the old marshal took them back to Yangzhou without telling the court and everyone else, and placed them in the homes of ordinary people, so that there is today's Han Chufei. Lao Shuai did this so that he could be safe and secure in this life, and there would be no more winds and waves, but it was a pity...... After all, he can't escape the fate behind the gate...... Or broke in on his own. Wei Jin sighed, thinking that he could have his own new life, but he didn't want him to still know the sad old things of the previous dynasty.

"Wait, why hide it from the court and everyone?" Ying Qiong grasped the key point, and wondered in his heart, shouldn't the loyal martyrs be protected by the imperial court after that?

Wei Jin suddenly fell silent, his face twitched, this question obviously asked his sore spot.

Ying Qiong also noticed that among them, there must be hidden secrets, the old things of the previous dynasty, for some reason, they were obviously not far away, for him, and even for their generation, they were very unfamiliar, many things, there were no detailed records in the books, and the older generation rarely talked about it, and over time, it came over like this, but when it was suddenly mentioned, it would feel very strange.

"It's all over, just let it pass, Childe remember, General Buxuan, there is only one son like Han Chufei, if there is a mistake, the incense of the Han family will be broken......" Wei Jin Zhengse said, looking at Ying Qiong very seriously and said.

"I remember, Uncle Wei." Ying Qiong nodded in agreement.

"One more thing, I think it's time to tell you, your brother, he's still alive. The old man and the old man have been checking for so many years, and in the vast sea of people, they only found that someone took him away in the chaos. Wei Jin said calmly.

At this time, Ying Qiong was not calm, his eyes widened, and he was a little incredulous. After so many years, he thought that the brother he had never met in his father's mouth was long gone, but he didn't want to, he was still alive, should he be happy or ...... At this moment, Ying Qiong's mood was a little complicated. He slowly lowered his head, thinking about something.

Wei Jin knew Ying Qiong's thoughts and sighed.

"As long as you know that he is still alive, whether you are willing to find him or not is a matter for Childe. No matter what you do, the old handsome and the old minister will not blame the son. After all, even if he found him, he wouldn't remember anything. Wei Jin smiled bitterly.

Ying Qiong looked up at Wei Jin, frowning, preoccupied, he didn't expect the dying entrustment to be so heavy, and Ying Qiong was a little out of breath for a while.

"In this world, when will it be peaceful......" Wei Jin slowly closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh.

"It's coming, it's coming......" Ying Qiong replied immediately, decisive and firm.

A smile appeared on Wei Jin's face, he knew that he couldn't see it, but after so long of the division and strife between the four mansions, it was time to return to one.

The cabin is transparent, and the breeze is very refreshing.

Wei Jin lay quietly on a blanket, the rest of the matter has been explained, and the rest of the time is probably to review his life.

With his eyes closed, in the dark world, there was suddenly a picture...... Outside Yique Pass, he and Ying Tianyang drank side by side to retreat Changlong's 50,000 army...... Liucheng ...... Liu Chengfeng, scarred in the ruins of the war, roared lonely...... The battle of Daicheng, the desperate expression of Manager Pei...... In Miyagi, there are rumors about Han Buxuan......

Scenes of memories come to my heart, on top of this wave, bumped up the sad past and the present desolation, the old people who went first, I Wei Jin is about to come to accompany you, when the time comes, we will have a drink together, talk and laugh, point to the mountains and rivers, under the nine springs, we will also have a drunk party to rest.

……

For a long time, only the sound of boats rowing across the water.

The wind blew through the cabin, and Wei Jin's white hair was blown.

……

In the infinite memories, Wei Jin gradually felt tired, he wanted to rest, and he couldn't even recall the memories......

In the darkness in front of him, Wei Jin began to be confused, and his breathing gradually weakened......

Plop ~ Plop ~ Plop ~~~

The old but still fiery heart, the last heat finally dissipated.

Ying Qiong saw that Wei Jin was not moving, and his back was in pain, like a child who had lost his loved ones, and two lines of tears rolled straight down.

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