A small grass between the bluestone slabs was bent by the pedestrians' feet, the trees on the side of the road were green, the spring breeze had come, and the streets were no longer gray, which was much better.

The chill had not gone away, but the bright sun was somewhat warmer on his body, and a local dog lay lazily basking in the sun in front of a house, wagging its tail briskly.

The streets are a bit crowded today.

Two men walked past it, and the dog's eyelids lifted a little, and they drooped again.

"So many people, all going to the city gates?"

"Isn't it, the people who fought outside have returned, and they have been gone for months."

"Have you heard, the girl of the Yang family sits in front of the door every day and waits for her man to come back, and she also borrowed money to make a new dress for him."

"Hey, I don't know if her man can come back."

"Don't say anything unlucky."

The two chatted and saw that they were about to arrive at the city gate, and I heard that today, Lord Beihai Xiangkong is also here, and he should be on the city gate at this time.

There were a lot of people crowded on both sides of the street, and the people who came after were a little unable to see what was in front of the city gate.

I saw the city gate open from a distance, the sound of soldiers and horses marching in the streets, the sound of chariots and horses marching crisply, and the flags on the army formation were cheering in the wind.

It must have been a little noisy, and the ears of the earth dog, who was dozing in front of the door, moved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw only the boots of the soldiers and the wheels of horses' hooves scattered in the crowd of dressers.

At the front of the crowd, a girl stood on tiptoe and looked at the faces of everyone in the formation, as if trying to find the person she wanted to find.

She was holding a dress in her hand, and the needle and thread on the dress were fine, and it could be seen that every stitch and thread was very careful.

The army had been walking for a long time, so long that her neck was sore and her feet could not stand on her tiptoes.

The girl still looked at everyone in the army with a foolish look.

Until all the soldiers and horses had walked over, she did not see the person she was waiting for.

She stood in front of the city gate in a daze, looking at the city gate as if there was a person coming out of the gate.

But no one came out again.

Pursing her mouth, the girl smiled distractedly and lowered her eyes.

Her hands, the clothes she had just made, were already wet.

The road was crowded.

A girl dressed in white squeezed into the crowd with a sword, squeezing to both sides of the road.

She stood on the side of the road and saw soldiers in tattered armor walking by on the road.

She wanted to find her master and ask if she had ever met a man named Lu Bu.

But before she could find her master, she saw a prisoner car coming.

On top of the prisoner's cart was a blood-covered man, the broken goose feather hanging weakly behind his head, and his armor was torn, and he could see his original appearance completely.

The clothes under the armor were dirty, and the burly figure was much thinner, and his lower face was stained with blood and sand.

In her memory, that person wasn't supposed to be like that.

That person should have been standing up to the sky forever.

Originally, it was majestic, riding on a red horse, leading the soldiers and horses back, and he was a big hero.

At this time, the hero was kneeling there.

Lu Bu felt that someone was watching him, he raised his head and looked along the line of sight, only to see a person pushing away the crowd and running away.

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The soldiers and horses returned to the camp, and Gu Nan also returned to his house.

Surprisingly, I didn't see Lingqi, I didn't see it when I was in Cao's Mansion, and when I returned home at this time, I didn't see it.

I guess I went outside, just wait.

Lingqi has always been very reassuring, and usually, she will come back before dinner.

Putting Wuge on the table, Gu Nan sat down.

In the hall, her breathing gradually evened out.

He sat and fell asleep.

This time, she was indeed very tired.

"Tick."

With a drop of water, Gu Nan woke up, raised his eyes, and looked out the door.

It's raining outside, and the spring rain is always continuous, and it will rain for a long time.

It's getting dark.

"Qi'er?"

called, waited for a while, and didn't respond, Lingqi hasn't come back yet.

In the blue-black world, the wind and rain were shaking, the branches and leaves of the trees in the yard were swaying, and occasionally a few leaves that were blown down by the wind fell, and they were hit by the rain and fell on the corner of the wall.

Gu Nan stood up and took off the robe hanging in the hall.

She was going to go out and look for it.

Dressed in a lily coat and walked out of the hall, in the small courtyard, the sound of the rain hitting the hat was thin, and the rain was slightly cold.

I was about to open the door and go out, but the door opened on its own.

Lingqi's body was drenched in the rain, and her hair was wet and hung down on the side of her face.

"What's going on?"

Gu Nan was stunned, and reached out to wipe the rain off her face, but it was a little warm.

"Go back to the house, and change your clothes, lest you get cold."

As he spoke, he turned around and prepared to get a piece of clothing.

"Master."

The voice behind him was soft, trembling, with some crying.

Gu Nan turned around, and in the rain, the girl's thin body looked very thin.

"Can you, don't kill your father..."

Only then did she realize that the girl was crying.

The girl slowly knelt in front of the door, her white robe stained with mud, and she pressed her forehead to the ground, and she didn't know if it was rain or what.

"Qi'er promises, Dad won't attack Qingzhou again, Master, can you not kill Dad..."

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A woman sat at a table with a needle and thread on the table, and a piece of knitting in her hand, and looked like a cloth man.

The Nabu man was a general, dressed in heroic armor.

A little girl lies on the edge of the table, her hands propped up on her head.

She asked, looking earnestly at the needle and thread in the woman's hand.

"Mother, what kind of person is Dad?"

"Huh?"

The woman turned her head sideways to look at the girl with a shallow smile on her face.

"Your father, he's a big hero."

"Big hero." The girl thought for a moment, then asked again.

"Then why, Daddy always doesn't come home?"

"Because." The woman's face showed a slightly lonely look.

His hand gently touched the half-woven cloth man.

"He's a big hero."

The girl couldn't understand what the woman was saying, and pouted.

Attention returned to the woman's hand.

"What is my mother weaving?"

The woman smiled and put her hand on the girl's head: "I'm weaving your father." ”

"Daddy." The girl looked at the cloth man and could see that she was divine.

"Can I weave?"

"Yes, my mother will teach you."

Yanmen, Taiyuan, Luoyang, my father and mother were still there at that time.

At that time, they watched the sunset in Taiyuan together, and watched the lantern festival in Luoyang together, she sat on her father's back, and her mother was by her side.

When she said she was going, her father would take her, and her mother would always look at them with a smile.

She didn't know why, it was the way it was.

If there is a world, the father is there, the mother is there, and the master is also there, how good it would be.