I can smell the rooster crowing and bring the sun to the east.

The sun and the moon are like jumping pills, and the mist destroys the cold.

Outside the city gate, on the official road, a man in white rode a horse. It was Song Qiulai, who had just said goodbye to his father, who had been grinding off his edge for ten years, and was proud of himself, returning to Beijing today!

The city gate has just opened, there are few people on the official road, and the first time I traveled alone, I was not familiar with other paths, so I had to take the official road to the capital.

Song Qiulai rode a jujube red horse on the official road without hurry, when it was hot during the day, he would find a piece of shade to rest and rest, eat some dry food when he was hungry, find an inn to live in at night, and the fifth watch would be regarded as a day and night gallop, and it was half a month later when he arrived in the capital. The weather in the Jin Kingdom began to turn cold, and Song Qiulai had put on a fox fur.

When I arrived at the gate of the capital, it was almost dusk. The slanting sun shines on the city wall, and a huge shadow greets each other. On one side of the city wall is the majestic imperial city that seems to glow, and on the other side is the official road that seems to be glowing, and there is a city wall connecting the two, as well as the giant shadow. Where there is light, there must be shadows, and there must be shadows between the light, just like the world, and there will be the most invisible places hidden between the bright and beautiful.

Outside the city gates, there is an endless stream of people driving, riding horses, and walking in and out. The crowd was bustling, the lonely geese were singing, Song Qiulai felt a little confused, the imperial city that had been separated for ten years stood in front of him, not the imperial city in his heart. The imperial city in his heart, he still doesn't know where the official road outside the imperial city is, and he can't take a step. The saddest thing is that he thought that there was nowhere to show his grand plans, and he could ride the wind to the high platform only if he owed the east wind, but the imperial city in front of him told him that this was not the case, and after looking at it for a long time, he led his horse into the city in a daze.

At the moment when he stepped into the imperial city, the wind and clouds stirred, and the yellow sand filled the sky.

Song Qiu came to find an inn and settled down, put his bags away, called Xiao Er to drink, and picked up the wine glass only to find that his five fingers were a little frozen and stiff, he was stunned, and habitually raised his glass forward, and found that no one on the table drank with him, and he laughed bitterly and drank it all in a big gulp, only then did he realize that the wine was so spicy.

As the saying goes, the more wine you drink, the warmer it gets, Song Qiu came to see the lobby that was full one after another, only to feel that the more you drank one cup after another, the colder it became, and before you knew it, the bright moon had replaced the sunset.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. Song Qiulai, who was slightly drunk, still raised his glass forward, as if drinking with others. At this time, the deceased is not in front of him, but in his heart.

Sometimes loneliness is also a kind of realm, and some roads are destined to be alone, which is the case with Song Qiulai.

Just when Song Qiulai silently recited "There is wine in the bottle, when will you meet the deceased", he looked up and peeked around, only to find that a lot of guests had dispersed around, and he saw an old man who was also sitting alone and drinking, and he didn't know when he came.

Song Qiulai lifted the wine jug, sat opposite the old man with the cup, arched his hands, and smiled: "When you meet, you are the old man, can you enjoy the face and drink this cup with Xiaosheng?"

The old man didn't say a word, just looked at the flask on the table, and didn't look at him.

Song Qiu didn't reply when he saw the old man, but he didn't pay attention to the old man and drank it by himself.

When Song Qiulai had a little three or five glasses of wine, the old man's eyes turned from the wine pot to Song Qiulai, word by word, word by word, word by word, and said slowly: "If you don't know each other, how can you be an old man?"

Song Qiulai smiled, there was some warmth in his smile, he didn't care at all that the old man didn't pay attention to him just now, and still smiled: "The same is the end of the world, and when we meet, we are old people." Maybe someone to accompany him at this time is also gratifying.

The old man was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "Why do you have to know each other when you meet?"

Song Qiulai replied without thinking: "If you meet, you will know each other, that is, how can you not know each other if you have already met?"

The old man was silent no longer, his wrinkled face finally smiled, and he picked up his wine glass and said, "You are interesting in this life." ”

Seeing this, Song Qiulai hurriedly picked up the wine glass and touched it with the old man, then laughed, and then said, "Xiaosheng Song Qiulai, dare to ask the old man's name?"

The old man looked at Song Qiulai with a smile, did not answer, and then said in a surprising voice, "Boy, my father is Song Huan?"

Song Qiulai's face twitched slightly, and he instantly became a little serious, and hurriedly replied: "Song Huan is the father, but the old gentleman knows him?" The title changed from old man to old man.

The old man put down the chopsticks in his hand, shook his head, and said, "It's just that there is a bad guy working under your father's door, not enough to mention." ”

Song Qiulai knew that although his father had retired to the court, there were no idlers under him, so he sat down and said, "I should know what your apprentice's name is." The old man replied: "It's just a bad guy, not enough to mention." ”

Song Qiulai asked again, "What is the old gentleman called?" The old man didn't answer, but asked, "Why did you leave home and come to Beijing to suffer such a wrongful crime?"

Song Qiulai had no choice but to smile bitterly, with a twinkle in his eyes, and replied sentence by sentence: "There is Kunpeng in my heart, how dare I compare to a bird." I have great ambitions, and I don't envy the marquis of Wanhu back then!"

Song Qiu waited for the old man to reply, but the old man got up and left, nodded, and only said: "The junior of the Song family is really extraordinary, and the children can be taught." Leaving Song Qiulai confused, I don't know what the old man means.

When the old man had already gone out, Song Qiulai reacted, hurriedly chased out the door, and asked the old man's name for the third time: "What is the old man's name?" When will we see each other again?"

The old man walked away, and a leisurely voice came: "When you are old, you have forgotten what it is called." I only remember that others called the old man's plate, and if there is a fate, I will naturally see you again. ”

Plates, plates? The slightly unbearable title made Song Qiulai unable to laugh, he had never heard of this name, but he knew that the title could carry the word, how could there be mortals? They are all unattainable old immortals.

Shaking his head and then returning to the table, Song Qiulai didn't have the heart to drink, went back to the room and fell asleep, and woke up almost noon, but he didn't know what to do, so he had to go out of the inn and walk around, there was an endless stream of merchants and hawkers, and it was very lively.

A sound of horses' hooves like dense rain fell, and the five people galloped past, hanging gold medals on their waists, and the two big characters "Royal Driving" were actually the Imperial Forest Forbidden Army, and the Jin Emperor was guarded.

Song Qiulai heard the sound and followed, the Imperial Forest Forbidden Army actually arrived in front of the notice list, and the man at the head jumped off the horse lightly with a saddle, and he was actually a heroic young man, with starry eyebrows, a god in his eyes, wearing heavy armor, and a majestic demeanor that was not inferior to the style of the major generals. The other four people held the Jin character imperial flag, standing on the left and right sides of the list, motionless, and the living did not dare to approach.

After the list was pasted, Song Qiulai in the crowd took a closer look, and the above-mentioned list was actually a heavy amount of money to ask for a comment, asking for the Jin Ge iron horse ridden by the Song family fifty years ago. If you don't know this, how can you be a son of the Song family? Without waiting for the forbidden army to get on the horse, he tore off the list text.

When the young man of the forbidden army saw that Song Qiulai was so old and looked like a scholar, he shouted: "Bold! How can the emperor list be taken at will!"

Song Qiulai disagreed, smiled lightly, his tone was a little conceited to others, and said steadily: "Master Jun, if I can't pick it up, I'm afraid no one will be able to pick it up." ”

The young man of the forbidden army was full of displeasure in his eyes after hearing this, and his broadsword came out of its sheath and pointed directly at Song Qiulai, and the aura of slaughter arose spontaneously, his voice was full of anger, and he said angrily: "Presumptuous! How dare you speak outrageously! The golden drums are ringing in unison, the flesh and bones are thin, and the sorrow of the battlefield is what you can say about a little Confucian like you! Let's talk about the three points first, if I think there is even the slightest mistake, you will definitely be in the front of the list!"

Song Qiulai, who was still peaceful, was angered by one sentence, looked directly at the man, was not cowardly, looked at each other, sneered and said angrily: "Fifty years ago, the Qi State attacked Langzhou, and Langzhou suffered. The Song family is in Luozhou, thousands of miles away, and they can ignore it, but they feel that the national disaster is at the head, not for fame, not for money, just to protect the family and defend the country, the old general Song is Chinese New Year's Eve three years old! With 541 people of the Song family, outnumbered the enemy, slaughtered 3,000 reinforcements of the Qi country in Luozhou, and the soldiers were opposed, and more than 90 heroic souls of the Song family sacrificed to the sky. Before waiting for the burial, who would have thought that another 2,000 people from Qi Country would have arrived, they could have avoided it, and they were afraid that Langzhou would suffer, and they would fight again, and Song Jiaerlang broke more than 200 people in a blink of an eye, and these more than 200 people were all the elders who were in front of the clan brothers, lying at the door of the house, and there were only more than 100 people left, which one of them was not fighting in blood with red eyes? The blood feud is in front of you, how can you take a step back? When only a few hundred people were left in the Qi country to escape, the guns and halberds were broken, and the old general Song held the knife for too long in that battle, and his four fingers could not stand upright. The four hundred members of the Song family exchanged their blood for the iron horses of the later generations to protect the rivers and mountains of the Jin Kingdom! You know that!" Song Qiulai didn't use words to render that kind of tragedy, but he told the history of blood and tears.

It was a sunny day, and everyone only felt a little more chilly, and four hundred people changed the iron horses of the later generations to the peace of northern Xinjiang, what a feat!

The forbidden man still held the sword in his right hand, but he trembled from the hilt to the tip of the sword. The left hand is clenched into a fist, and the saber is rattling.

But when the forbidden army man's eyes fell on Song Qiulai again, there were tears in his eyes, but he laughed, and said with a hoarse voice with some expectation: "Brother, but Song Qiulai?" When General Song picked him up when he was five years old, he used his left hand, and his right hand was just lightly supported, which was quite impressive.

This remark was like a thunderbolt, and it was not Song Qiulai who was shocked, but everyone who was listening. Song Qiulai? Ten years ago, the son of Song Huan, who was in charge of the power of the Song family's iron cavalry and was a powerful minister? That Song Qiulai, who was eight years old, had already chanted in the court, "I already know Qiongxiao in my heart, and Hongchen is Hualongtai"?

Song Qiulai's heart trembled, looking at the face of the young man of the forbidden army, he was stunned for a long time, his eyes were still wide with anger, but his voice was a little softer, and said: "It's Song Qiulai, what do you have to teach you!"

The sword that everyone thought should have been stabbed out, only to hear a crisp sound, fell to the ground, it was the good scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and after the flowers fell, they met again.

Inn, noon.

"When will you return to Beijing? I don't know a word. A man rebuked with a slight complaint, but his young face was not green, and he sat straight, it was the young man of the forbidden army who had changed into civilian clothes.

Song Qiulai buried his head a little, looking extremely lonely, and he was as high-spirited as the two of them at that time, and said: "Young general, I really don't have the face to see you." ”

The young man's eyes were round when he heard this, and he slammed the sword at his waist on the table, and the wine glass shook, splashing a few drops of wine. A little angry said: "The iron cavalry is still in the northern Xinjiang, although it is not surnamed Song now, but if you go one day, all the battalions will dare to greet each other!" If you dare, I, Cui Jiawen, will lead the Imperial Forest Forbidden Army, run millions of miles to the northern frontier, and kill all battalions!"

Cui Jiawen, whose name is a bit bookish, but he is a military general. The gentleman is on the left, the soldier is on the right, and the name of the family means: the good soldier is ominous, and the world should be ruled by literature. The family is all civil officials, and he is not allowed to practice martial arts. It's just that when he was young, he didn't like the things in the scriptures, and when he played with Song Qiulai and a few other children, he was jokingly called Cui Xiaojiang. After all, at the age of sixteen, he ran away from school without authorization, joined the Tiger Robe Army, and choked up southern Xinjiang. The family went to the army several times to let him go home, but he was also talented, and he made repeated military exploits in the chaos of the border, so he naturally returned without work. Later, the family went to the book, and was forced to be reluctantly transferred back to the Imperial Forest Forbidden Army by Emperor Jin, that year, only two years old when Song Qiulai was older, only twenty-two years old, and had become the head of the Dragon Camp of the Imperial Forest Forbidden Army.

Song Qiulai's face was bitter, he took a sip of wine, and said with a self-deprecating wry smile: "I've been pampered for ten years, and I'm not worthy of them to greet me thousands of miles." ”

Cui Jiawen turned from anger to laughter, naturally understood Song Qiulai's thoughts, and said happily: "Uncle Song naturally understands the reason, he should have his intentions in ten years, and now you are also returning to Beijing?"

Song Qiulai directly drank the wine in the cup, and asked rhetorically, as if asking himself, "Are you really back in Beijing?"

Cui Jiawen's eyes flashed, he knocked on the imperial list torn off by Song Qiulai, looked at Song Qiulai, and said slowly: "It's inconvenient to come back!"

The wine glass in Song Qiulai's hand trembled, then he stretched his brows, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered: "Beijing, I, Song Qiulai, have come back." At this moment, Song Qiulai, who has always had tears and does not flick, had a sour nose.

Just around the corner, inside a teahouse.

There was a handsome man in a blue robe, who didn't seem to eat the fireworks of the world, not like a mortal, tapping on the tea table and closing his eyes to recuperate, quietly listening to what the storyteller said. Such an otherworldly style has never even seen a storyteller who has seen countless people, and when he saw someone pretending to be a master in the past, he sneered and ignored it. But today I have seen a real master, and the book is full of frustration, which is a little more exciting than in the past.

The storyteller was shocked, and at this time he was saying: "There are a few lines of names and surnames in the history of Qingshi, and there are countless barren hills in northern Xinjiang. The Song family's golden armor, the Taiping official is on leave!" The man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes, his eyes were like stars in the Hanhai Sea, it was Song Huan's command, the world's first god Dingming!

When Mr. Storyteller finally said, "The son of the Song family returned to Beijing to see whose house the wind and clouds poured into", Ding Ming left his seat and went out to get into a Yonghua carriage with mink fur as the curtain and sandalwood as the body, accompanied by an ink-colored BMW with a long hiss.

Later, the old man received a gold ingot, how could he ever receive such a heavy bounty! He hurriedly asked the person who brought the bounty who gave it, and said that he would come to the door to thank him on the next day. The man who brought the bounty only let him live a few more years, and wait a few years to tell the story of the Song family's son. Just for this sentence, the old storyteller who could have received the bounty and returned to his hometown in plain clothes was grateful for this sentence of "living a few more years", and waited for almost ten years to finally tell the story that had been settled. But that's all for later.