It should be said that there are many more people on the streets of Xianyang City, and from time to time you can see some young people carrying burdens walking by the side of the road, and when it is after the war, people who have returned from unloading their armor. I can see two or three elderly people sitting on the side of the road and laughing, and the children at home can always laugh a few words when they come back. The child frolicked and ran past, crashing into the passerby, and the bystanders just smiled and touched the child's head, and no one cared about this kind of thing.

The sun is good, which makes the street warm, and the green trees on the side of the road grow well, and the leaves are green. Between the stone slabs on the road, a few grasses came out, adding a bit of verdant.

A man in a white robe walked slowly down the street, looking at the people on both sides with a smile in his eyes.

But with a face armor on his face, his hideous appearance can only make people afraid.

Before a tavern, she stopped, as if in thought, and finally walked in.

As if sensing someone, the shopkeeper of the tavern raised his head and was stunned for a moment when he saw the appearance of the person in front of him, but still asked with a smile, "What do the guests want?" ”

"A jug of wine." Gu Nan said a little stiffly, took out a few rings of money from his waist and put them on the table.

It's been a long time since she's bought this, and she can't remember exactly. What it tasted like, I'm afraid I just remembered it once.

"Wait a minute." The shopkeeper said with a smile and put down the work in his hand.

Walked to the back and took a jar of wine out: "Guest, your wine." ”

"Hmm." Gu Nan took the spy and started slightly: "Thank you." ”

He walked out of the tavern with his wine and looked at the sky.

It was just after noon, as if he hesitated, and walked towards the east of the city.

From outside the city came the sound of a shepherd's flute, perhaps some shepherd boy who was idle was sitting leisurely on the back of the old cow. The sound of the flute traveled far away, and it should have come from a distance. Blowing a country tune that I haven't heard before, it's also a bit melodious.

Gu Nan walked on the path, with the smell of grass in the soil, and a few grass clippings flew up in the wind and floated towards the sky. Wildflowers of unknown names bloomed in clusters by the roadside, with a few drops of morning dew on them. The sound of insects chirped faintly, and it disappeared among the grass.

At the end of the path, there was a dirt slope in the middle of the forest, and watching the white-robed man approach, a small beast raised its head in the grass and ran away.

Gu Nan walked up the dirt slope along the path, but there were five green graves on it. He stood alone, without seeing anyone else.

Footsteps on the grass make a slight grinding sound.

Gu Nan took the wine and sat down in front of the grave.

His right hand was placed on top of the jar, and there was a scar on the back of his hand and in the palm of his hand. This is Jing Ke piercing her palm back then, and she never left a scar. But that time was different, perhaps, because it was a sword used to kill the king. The moment the sword pierced her palm, she could vaguely feel something, something indescribable.

The palm of her hand lifted the seal of the wine jar, and sitting there, she took off her armor, revealing her face under the armor.

The green silk hung down and fell on the side of the face, but the face was the same as before.

But she's not what she used to be.

is no longer the young man in the green shirt Wangxue Si's hometown, nor is he the turbid man who drinks wine and gets drunk.

Dressed in plain clothes, she didn't know where she came from, but everyone called her a mourner.

Xiao Lu and the painting fairy have finally left in these years, and she can't stay.

Without saying anything else, he lifted the jar and drank with his head up.

The sweet wine was like a throat, and Gu Nan finally remembered what kind of taste this should be, it was a bitter taste.

The white-robed man sat in the forest, listening to the wind of the forest until the sun was deflected.

The melodious sound of the shepherd's flute gradually came from afar, and it was time for the shepherd boy to return. There was a hoof sound, and the cow moo sounded on the path.

A child in a short coat rides on the back of a bull and holds a bamboo flute with few holes in his hand.

He turned his head sideways and saw a man on the hillside, it was a very beautiful woman, and he was in a daze. Holding the ox, walking on the road, twisting his head in a daze.

The woman looked at the sunset, picked up a piece of armor from her side and put it on her face. The appearance of the armor face was terrifying, and the shepherd boy did not understand why such a good-looking woman should wear such a terrifying face.

He didn't think much about it, he took the bamboo flute and blew it, and the sound of the flute slowly disappeared at the end of the path.

The sun is falling.

"In this world, there will be a good appearance, right?"

No one answered her, Gu Nan picked up the empty wine jar and got up to leave.

Before leaving, I glanced back and it was empty.

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The street in front of Wu Anjun's mansion was cold and unoccupied, Gu Nan stood in front of the door, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

The fallen leaves inside the door were scattered to the ground, and it must have been a long time since they had been cleaned. The evening breeze blows, and the fallen leaves gently turn.

Darkly in front of the hall, Gu Nan walked alone, turned around the front of the hall and walked into the small courtyard.

The old tree was still standing, Brother Hei stood next to the old tree, and when he saw Gu Nan coming back, he walked up slowly, and touched his forehead on her body.

Gu Nan gently hugged Brother Hei, smiled, and touched its horsehair.

Brother Hei is also old, and he can't run anymore a few years ago.

There was no faint piano sound in Wu Anjun's mansion, no jokes, and no one stood behind her to put on a dress for her.

"Wife, I'm back." Back then, the old man walked home with a girl laughing, and was scolded by the old lady.

"Let her stay." The old woman sighed.

Since then, there has been one more person in this house.

Gu Nan turned her head blankly, she seemed to see the lights in the hall slightly bright, and Bai Qi and Wei Lan were sitting together beckoning her to eat.

Bai Qi asked her how she memorized the military book, Wei Lan patted Bai Qi's head and said that the military book was all day long, and she didn't let my girl eat?

Midori was standing aside with a smile. The painting fairy holds the piano, and the sound of the piano is moving. Lao Lian was holding Brother Hei and had just come back from a walk in front of the door.

Everything was as before, but it was only suddenly, in a trance, this house was dark and empty.

Gu Nan turned his head silently, and fed Brother Hei some horse grass with a smile.

Holding Wuge, sit under the old tree.

The shadows of the trees were swaying, Gu Nan raised his head, and the branches and leaves supported the moonlight.

The person under the armor side laughed: "After this war is over, don't you all accompany me to see it?" ”

No one answered her.

His voice trembled, and the man seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, and lowered his head.

A leaf fell from the old tree and landed on a long piano on the table beside it, as if the strings were fluctuating.

When the young man in the green shirt landed in this mansion, he studied under the veteran, and he was playful by nature, which often made this place unpeaceful.

Wangxue was homesick and removed the snow flakes from the girl's hair. By mistake, he took in the outcast.

The young man became a teenager and went out to conquer outside the territory until the veteran left. With a great wish, I want to look forward to the bright world. The old man was not there, the piano sounded the same as before, and the green-shirted woman's eyebrows were slightly red, and she put the armor and cloak to help her hang it.

In the army, leading the army to fight, I don't know when to return. This house is deserted all the year round, but there are still people waiting with candles until the green silk is defeated and the face is withered and old.

Until now, the voices of people are getting farther away, and the scene of the year can only be seen in dreams.