The golden sand and gravel stretched like ripples, and countless once prosperous and towering city walls were dilapidated in this yellow sand, rose again, and then completely declined, leaving only traces of people living here in those years. What has never changed is the Milky Way flowing above the sky and the sun rising every day.

Cycle.

Dingding....Dingding.....

The dry cage grass was blown by the wind and rolled in the yellow sand, the wind and sand were rolled, and there was a faint jingling camel bell ringing in the distance, coming from far and near, becoming clear, the outline in the hazy sand, was a woman in a white dress wearing a tattered cloak, occasionally lifted by the wind, all the hot sand and gravel flying, she rode a camel from the west, in the afterglow, the sand and gravel that was touched had an uncommon color, jumped down directly from the camel's back, brushed away the covered sand layer, it was a Hanfu wearing colored forged red silk, You can still see some of the patterns above.

In the barren desert, such corpses can actually be seen everywhere, and the woman in the cloak didn't care about carrying the exposed dry corpse out of the sand.

"Look at the dress should be a Han woman, die here, lonely and pitiful, according to the customs of the Han people, it should be buried in peace, I will take you away."

Dingding.....

The camel bell rang in the wind and sand, and gradually faded away, and not far to the south, there was an oasis, the only market in the vicinity, and the exotic vocal music circulated in the ears of the people, and the women leading the camels squeezed in and over the crowd, and at the entrance of a shop where naan was baked, tied the reins to the stake, and when the veil was removed and the cloak that covered the body was removed, the fine grains of sand shook off.

At the same time, a dried corpse tied to the back was also revealed.

The shopkeeper seemed to know the woman, took the cloak and shook it a few times, and said softly, "Why did the princess come back?" ”

The woman turned a deaf ear and just removed the body from her back, "My home was destroyed by the Jurchens, not Xiliao." This time I came back and settled in the Central Plains, so I won't go back there. Her voice stopped, looking at the corpse with dry hair and deep flesh for a while, and she didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly, the woman took off a red jade hanging from her neck and put it on the neck of the female corpse, "I have been holding this piece of jade in my hand for more than 20 years, and I don't need it anymore." ”

She got up and talked to the shopkeeper for a while, then turned around and left straight away, and the voice was also coming: "Find a good place and bury this poor Han woman." ”

At that time, the sky in the Western Regions was dark, the sky was covered with stars and a long silver river, a shallow pit was dug in front of a tree near a figure, the surrounding night insects were crying in the loose grass, and the cold moonlight shone down, and behind him he couldn't know, the red jade block seemed to have blood flowing.

"You're lucky, you meet a kind person, there's a place to bury ......," the guy muttered for a while, put down the hoe, turned around and was about to put the dried corpse into the pit, when he turned back, his eyes were wide round, his pupils were instantly constricted, and his scalp was numb, "Ah-" screamed, and he didn't want the hoe, and he ran away.

In the night, the dry body staggered in the moonlight, making the sound of stiff joints rubbing, through the cold light, the exhausted blood vessels gradually became vigorous, the scarlet liquid flowed again, the dry skin burst inch by inch, with the shaking walking, slowly shed down, the muscles regained vitality, and the fair skin tightened......

A lonely figure walked into the desert, a deep and shallow footprints stretched straight, when the night receded, turned into day, a new and complete woman stood in the desert where she had been sleeping for a long time, as if she could not feel the heat of the daylight, sitting on the sand dunes with her knees crossed, the wind blew, the green silk became silky, flying in the sight, she quietly looked at everything that had not changed.

Day after day.

The caravans, the lonely pedestrians, could see from afar that in the desert, there was a touch of red that sat there day and night, and the anecdote spread, some thought it was a lost and dead woman, and some thought that the woman who might have escaped the marriage hung her wedding gown on a dead tree, so that it was mysterious, and after a few months, finally some people could not suppress their curiosity and wanted to find out.

The red figure is no longer to be found.

She walked through the desert to the east, walked a long way, met many people, and knew everything that was lost after the long sleep, and also saw the white wolf plain, where her husband once started, the hills were much shorter, and the trees were cut down, revealing bare ridges, which she had never heard of in the Jurchens, who were cutting down at the Yanmen Pass.

The once supreme king, standing on the towering city wall, overlooking countless people and powerful armies, now, the only thing she can find is only a few broken bricks scattered in the grass, and soon after, she left here again, walked through the heavy snow in the north, and saw the Han people in the hands of the Jurchen barbarians like pigs and dogs, so she killed a few. I also went south to the Central Plains to see the spring sunshine, and over the years, I saw a group of people still resisting and fighting back without losing blood.

Soon, the Han Chinese, who had experienced the war, reunited again, built their ruined homeland, and then took on the next bitter challenge, an even more powerful enemy from the northern steppes.

Time is like a turning point in Langyuan, her footsteps have never stopped, a person has walked through many years, seen countless people fighting and living on the earth, and countless emotions are interwoven under this sky to make people moved, unyielding, or ugly stories.

The place called Xiangyang has stood in the sea of soldiers for more than ten years, but behind it, the mediocre court is singing and dancing, whitewashing the peace of the world, and finally the monarchs and ministers are shattered in such a voice, and countless corpses are floating on the sea.

History turned a few more pages, it was a different sky, but it was the same land, the beacon fire burned and lit up the entire night sky, and the blood-stained general carried a steel knife to slash on the wall battlement, and roared at the soldiers stretching downward: "The city survives and survives, the city dies and dies ......"

“…… and never shave their hair and be a slave to the country—"

Yangzhou beacon smoke burned for ten days.

The times have changed, and the head style that makes her feel disgusting has finally changed under the gun, and the widow who wagged her tail in front of her husband like a dog and begged for mercy opened the gate of the country with bayonets and cannons, and under the city of Nanjing, on the bank of the river across the river, pieces of prisoners of war were pushed to the river, and in the continuous tongue of fire, the black and oppressive crowd fell, and the blood stained the water red.

There are also people who at the last moment of their lives, making an unyielding cry: "Long live China-"

Our time has never lacked heroes, and there has never been a shortage of deeds that make people's blood boil, every difficulty, there will always be a group of people who stand up, go to the front of the threat of guns, and shelter the women and children behind them.

"—The People's Republic of China was founded!"

Even though she was accustomed to seeing countless lives and deaths, and misery, at that moment, she still felt tears in her eyes. Proud of her own nation, but also admired the great people who stood up for these nations that encountered disasters, after all, she was also a Han person of this land, watching the war passed, between the dilapidated ruins, embroidered cloth shoes walked on the muddy road, buildings and buildings on both sides continued to rise from the ground, and walked through a section, cloth shoes became leather shoes, the sky had a factory with black smoke, the muddy road became a hard and smooth asphalt road, vehicles were speeding around, there were street lights at night, and there was a roar in the sky from time to time, Flickering lights of airplanes flying past the night sky.

The woman looked up, and the red heels stopped in front of a villa.

……..

The white door opened, and a blonde maid ushered her in. The crystal chandelier illuminates the living room, the high heels step over the soft Persian blanket, and when I walk up the stairs, there is a huge oil painting hanging on the wall, and the woman stops in front of her to look at it for a while, and a female voice comes from above: "That's the portrait of the ancestor and his parents." It's been passed down from generation to generation. ”

"Someone told you that none of the people in the painting resemble each other?" The woman looked back at the blonde girl holding the escalator, and her delicate side face bloomed into a charming smile.

"Hello Miss Stinia, my name is Cai Zhao."

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