Jin Kingdom, Donghuan City.

On the day of frost, the first wait, the jackal is a sacrificial beast.

The Jin State is located in the southeast, and although the frost has fallen, the temperature is very different from that of the Qi State in the extreme north.

At this time, it was not yet noon, and the golden crow had not yet flown into the nine heavens, but it was not less hot.

The city is extremely wide, and it can be described as a large port.

There are 10,000 palaces in the west of the city, Qionglou Yuyu. The east of the city is slightly inferior to the west of the city, but there is no shortage of palaces and pavilions.

Even if this is the scene, it should be a layman, and he can't help but sigh: "It's not easy to settle in this city!"

In the east of the city, there is a school palace.

This school palace occupies a radius of about five miles, two vermilion gates in the north and south, there are hills in the west, the forest is lush, there is a great martial arts field in the east, it is located between the central hall and the east side hall. There are two halls in the east, west, north and south, and the central hall are arranged in an orderly manner, with a bookish atmosphere and a slight three-point heroic atmosphere.

Outside the central hall, the martial arts arena.

In the past, it should have been the time to cultivate literature and perform martial arts, but at this time, the scenery is very different.

There were about 1,000 people in the venue, and they were young and upright.

There are no brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes, and they are uniformly dressed in white robes and sit on the ground, and they are crowded with people, and they naturally speak in the court.

In a few moments, there was a middle-aged man, pacing.

This person is wearing a green shirt and a jade pendant hanging from his waist. The rich figure, with a slight smile, looks like the Buddha in the temple, the short head can't hide the frost white of the sideburns, the eyes are a little dull, I don't know what to think.

Seeing him coming, the audience was a little silent.

The middle-aged man stood firm and coughed lightly, and said lightly in the first sentence: "Three years, I will finally say goodbye." ”

The audience was stunned, obviously unaware of it in advance, and only then did they know that the long-awaited day had finally come.

Although I was looking forward to this day so much, but when it came to this time, I was reluctant to give up.

The originally slightly noisy crowd became without the slightest noise at this time, and their seemingly lazy backs were straightened.

The middle-aged man said some polite words and some words of wishes at the beginning, which were quite plain and not brilliant.

After thinking about it for a while, he sighed: "I don't like to talk about parting the most on weekdays, and I don't want to talk about parting. But everything has a parting after all, which cannot be changed. It's been three years, and what I'm going to say now is still the same word I said when you first came, spell! When you are busy, you have to fight, and when you are free, you have to fight. After fighting for a long time, you will have more. The time to fight is short, and the less you have. What about not fighting? If you don't fight, even if the house is full of gold and jade, you can't keep it. You may despise everything, but never despise yourselves. No one will always help you and give you encouragement. The legs are long on oneself, and the road has to be walked step by oneself. Man, that's it, born in sorrow and dying in peace. ”

In this passage, the middle-aged man's voice became a little smaller with each sentence, and when it came to spelling, he began to choke.

He raised his head slowly, took a long breath, and the audience was gloomy.

He said: "I don't want to talk about this, you are tired of hearing it, I still sing a song to you." ”

Before the singing started, a line of tears crossed his face, and when he started singing, he was a little hesitant.

Due to choking, everyone couldn't hear the words clearly in the first half, but they could feel the sadness.

The latter is okay, and the last two sentences of the middle-aged man sang are particularly sonorous: "With a few years of spring and autumn, I will turn the breeze into the breeze and send you off." ”

The middle-aged man seems to be going to use these last few faint strokes to hook the best ending.

The song was not long, and there was a sobbing sound in the audience, especially those jade people who were like flowers and jade, and the crying that wanted to suppress the sound of silence came faintly, endlessly. Of course, there are no indifferent expressions in the crowd.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and probably wanted to say something, but when the thousand words came out, they turned into one sentence: "Let's go, see you later, the future will be long." ”

Then, before he could even take the silk that he had taken to wipe his tears, he walked into the door of the nave without looking back, and it could be said that he had fled.

Carrying his hands and hiding his face, his back was gloomy, and the middle-aged man's Buddha-like figure had a rare loneliness, which everyone on the field had never seen for three years.

In three years, I don't know how much effort he put into it, he only knew that he went out early and returned late, and his five-year-old child hadn't seen him for three years.

Three years, without words, and all without words.

Everyone was silent for a long time and said goodbye one after another. At this moment, let go of mutual prejudices. There is a long road ahead, and we don't know how many years we met.

Blazing on the skin of the body, cold in the heart. The blazing is warm and cold, and the cold is parting.

The words of parting are always endless, and the sun sets in the blink of an eye.

There is a restaurant near the school palace, two floors, and there are about dozens of tables in the house.

There are not many visitors, and it is deserted.

In the deepest part, a table of teenagers, more than ten people, fresh clothes and angry horses, raised a glass and drank freely.

are all dressed in white, and they are the teenagers in the school palace who have just finished another journey of their lives.

These young people are also strange to say, there are the kind of people who seem to be angry with a sour book and don't go through the world, there are the kind that are slightly exquisite, and there are even the kind of people who are not angry and mighty, and when they encounter something, they will pull out a knife and put it on people's necks.

I don't know how this group of seemingly different people came together.

I saw that dozens of jars of spirits were empty on the table, and more than a dozen people were drunk.

One of the slightly elegant men slapped the table and said, "Little Er! Warm me two more pots for eight years!"

Looking at this posture and voice, I was already drunk.

This slightly elegant man's surname is Yu, and his name is false. Listen to him, it is the name given by the old man in the family. Taken from "In the dead of night, sit alone and watch the mind." I feel poor and really exposed, and I get a lot of fun in it. "Probably the family hopes that he can be a poor but not humble, rich but not arrogant.

The man lying on the table on his left side heard this, looked up at him in a daze, and said with a hollow look in his eyes: "Delusion, let's last pot, I can't drink it." Drink again..."Before he could finish speaking, a wine burp came out, and he stopped talking.

Yu Yuzhen followed: "Autumn comes, you will leave tomorrow, who let you leave first, I will allow you to get drunk today!" Let's both drink until we can't stand up today. ”

These words are almost shouted, especially the special clear that allows you to get drunk and bite four words, word by word.

The one who was called Qiulai closed his eyes for a few seconds, and when he opened them again, he said, "I can't beat you, so it's the last pot." ”

Obviously, it was not a slippery trick, he must have been drunk and didn't hear clearly how Yu Yuzhen wanted to drink just a pot, and then he lay on the table again.

These two masters should have drunk the most, and they drank before the dishes were served.

This person who was called Qiulai was surnamed Song. His hair was messy, and he didn't know how long he hadn't washed his fat and big white clothes, and he was stained, and he was drunk at this time, so he became an alcoholic.

Thinking that the people were not all at that time, Song Qiulai let Xiao Er serve wine, and this one was eighteen altars.

Yu Yuzhen, who has always been a good wine, secretly pondered to himself, and said in his heart: "This animal must be crazy today, but it's a little interesting." Thinking of this, he shook his tongue, exchanged eyes with Song Qiulai, the two looked at each other and smiled, and said in unison: "Then you have to drink." "The first bowl of liquor was in my bowels. Just like that, bowl by bowl to drink at this time.

If there is wine, there must be poetry, wine is poetry, and poetry is wine.

In the past, there was pride and ambition in the banquet poems, and there was joy and abuse in the past. These things are usually boring to mention, but after drinking, they fill in a bit of taste.

But this day was different, and most of the drunken mentions were sentimental. From acquaintance to acquaintance, to heart-to-heart care, and then to a short parting.

In the poem, there are fewer words such as Kunpeng, Honghu, and Hanmei, and more willow branches, falling flowers, and flowing water. If Yu Yuzhen is still awake, I don't know if he will still joke about saying this kind of word, which is not a gentleman at all.

Everyone chanted to the wonderful, raised the bowl together, and drank it all.

When Xiao Erwen served two pots of eight-year-old wine, Yu Yuzhen, who was shouting to drink again, also leaned on the table and refused to get up.

Xiao Er saw that the guest officer who asked for wine was drunk, and it was not easy to wake up, let alone disturb other people's Yaxing. He put the wine on the table and left. Xiao Er, who was accustomed to seeing this scene, muttered silently: "It's okay to be drunk." "A few years ago, he was as drunk as these young men.

After another while, Yu Yuzhen went to the toilet, and he should have vomited. When he came back, he looked straight at everyone with red eyes. I don't know if the bloodshot eyes were vomiting, or if they had just cried, maybe they were both.

There are not many dishes left, I can't drink wine, my body is tired, and no matter how strong the love is, I can't break up the feast.

One of the strong people helped Song Qiulai up, and the other was just about to help up Yu Yuzhen, who was sitting and stupid.

Yu Yuzhen gritted his teeth and shook his hand, pushed the man away, and said, "Grass! This little wine! Your father and I can walk by ourselves, and we don't need to help them. ”

Everyone went down to the restaurant, and Yu Yuzhen followed the stairs at the end. Only then did I realize that the sky had cooled down, and it was night. As soon as the breeze blew, there was a little chill, and everyone woke up a little bit, Yu Yuzhen was no exception, but Song Qiu did not wake up.

Yu Yuzhen glanced back at the remnants of the banquet, the moonlight sprinkled with eight years of brewing, and the table was full of two pots of wine without moving a single point.

Four sentences blurted out: "Two pots of warm wine smoked around the building, who is the clutch entangled?" The moon dances with the amber shadow, and rides the crane down to Yangzhou in the daylight. ”

Several carriages stopped not far from the restaurant, and the people in the carriages watched everyone come down and hurriedly greeted them.

There are flags with different surnames on the car cover, and in comparison, the most majestic one, an extremely delicate Song character embroidered on some old tiger bottom flags, must have been some years. The old man knew that this flag was famous fifty years ago.

Fifty years ago, the State of Qi and Chu wanted to carve up the State of Jin, causing the countries to fight. The general surnamed Song of the Jin State came out with an iron horse, and no one knew the source. Thousands of miles of flat sand, 10,000 people shout. Against the two armies, 100,000 miles rampant to defend the homeland. The autumn soldiers on the battlefield finally fought with the two armies on the desert, and how many heroic souls were buried in the loess and no one collected them! After three days of fierce fighting, at the end, the sunset reflected the blood and red, the two countries of Qi and Chu negotiated peace with Jin, and the iron cavalry also suffered heavy casualties. Emperor Jin gave a black-bottomed tiger stripe flag and tattooed Song characters.

Twenty years ago, the old emperor abdicated and the new emperor ascended the throne. The Song family's iron cavalry was stationed on the frontier, far away from Beiguan, and no one dared to offend.

Fifteen years ago, another military battle broke out, and Major General Song disappeared in northern Xinjiang, and the DPRK and China dealt with him with funerals, and the whole country mourned. At the end of the year, the old general of the Song family quietly passed away at the age of seventy-three.

Ten years ago, there was a court official surnamed Song who resigned and left Beijing, whether he saw through the deception between the temples, or was squeezed out by the imperial power because of his power, or something else, no one knew, and no one cared. In the same year, there was an additional family surnamed Song in Donghuan City, and there was an eight-year-old child in the city.

Ten years, like a white horse passing through the gap. The child who had just stepped out of the majestic capital should have set foot in the court or held a heavy army at this time, not that Song Qiulai was incompetent. Ten years ago, eight-year-old Song Qiulai wrote: "I already know Qiongxiao in my heart, and Hongchen is Hualongtai." Ten years later, I can only sing one song "Bitter Days Are Short".

Ten years ago, eight-year-old Song Qiulai was able to see through the ruling and opposition parties at a glance. Ten years later, there is no longer a hint of strategy.

Ten years that no one understands, in the blink of an eye, depression has changed its edge.

"Oh, this little bitch, why do you drink so much of the fuck. Hurry up and go home with me, your father is still waiting for you, and he will go out tomorrow. Why do you still drink so much alcohol today? I can't go up and call you home, I'm afraid you'll be upset. What a fucking fuck, little brothers, come on, take a hand, give a hand. The man who had just come off the Song family's carriage said. If it weren't for seeing is believing, I would never believe that this dignified man could say such nagging words. If you know his identity, it will be even more surprising. The decisive killing of the former commander of the Jin State, the second master of the Song family, Song Yi.

Song Qiulai frowned, pursed his lips, his mouth was tightly closed, his nose exhaled, he didn't say anything, and was picked up in the car by Yu Yuzhen.

Yu Yuzhen originally wanted to go to the Song Mansion with him, but who expected that the man waited for Song Qiu to get into the car, thanked him and drove away in a hurry.

The column is uneven, sending off the light moon and clouds.

Yu Yuzhen suddenly thought of something, and yelled at the Song family's carriage that had traveled far away: "Song Qiulai, you still need me a pot for eight years!" I'll wait for you to come back and drink it again!"

I don't know if I heard Yu Yuzhen's voice or what, Song Qiulai in the carriage lowered his head and muttered: "Wait for me for five years, and when I return, I will cross the river like a raptor." ”

The strong man who came with Song Qiu, the martial artist can listen to all directions. Hearing this, he was stunned, and then couldn't hide his joy, and said: "The golden-winged bird is dying, and only the heart will not change." It's been ten years, and it's said that this little rabbit cub can survive. ”

The carriage and horses urged people to go quickly, and after Song Qiu came and left, everyone said goodbye one by one.

After waiting for half an hour, there were fewer and fewer people on the road, and there were patrolmen wearing gold leather on the road.

If you don't pay special attention, you really won't find that the lights are bright, and there is such a quiet and strict boundary in the south of the busy city.

Seeing that it was Song Erye's carriage, the patrol army exchanged a few words with Song Yi and let him go.

The carriage went straight to the Ikhui Mansion, and the gate was unlocked, and it drove straight in.

After settling down Song Qiulai, he went straight to the central lobby.

A man sat on a rosewood chair, playing with a pair of jade four-sided walnuts. Seeing the strong man coming in, he said unhurriedly: "Second brother, that kid is back?" It is Song Qiulai's father, Song Huan, the current head of the Song family who resigned.

Song Yi didn't reply, sat on Song Huan's side and poured a cup of tea, and then looked at Song Huan quietly.

The four eyes are facing each other, and everything is silent.

Song Huan put down the walnut in his hand and knocked on the table with two fingers.

Immediately, Song Yi groaned and said, "Big brother, that kid said that he would take five years. ”

Song Huan sighed: "He only needs five years?"

Song Yi nodded and asked, "Isn't it time yet?"

Song Huan's eyes shrank slightly, and he said, "It's time." Five years is long enough, too long for him. But for that road, it's not enough. The rest can only be left to him to realize. ”

Song Yi was so shocked that he even fell to the ground with the teacup in his hand and split into several pieces. Lian said: "Big brother, do you really want to go that way?" Aren't you afraid that he will hate you for the rest of your life? It's a harder path than the cliff you used to be. One step will disappear the first step of the heavenly steps, and if you stop one step, you will be fucking broken. ”

Song Huan replied: "The sword that has been buried for ten years and does not change the blade will either be broken in the field or passed down for thousands of years. It's better to break it than to hang it in the hall as an ornament. ”

For that road, Song Yi and his martial arts can only seem to understand it, but he only knows that compared to that road, he just sees a big thing, and he can't help sighing.

The two talked for a while, and Song Yi left, muttering something on the way as he left, sometimes happy and sometimes worried.

After Song Yi left, Song Huan slowly walked out of the palace gate, glanced at the sky, raised his hand and waved it lightly, and then looked in the direction of Song Qiulai's small hall, indifferent and full of tenderness.

The temperature dropped again, and the bright moon was in the sky.

There was no one in the Song Mansion, and a pigeon flew away.

As soon as the white pigeon flew out of the Song Mansion not far away, he saw a black shadow flash, and a person in a night suit snatched it down, replaced the letter in the letter box with another one, let go of the pigeon and hid it again.

If the two letters are compared, the pen style is generally the same, but the content is different, one not only records the detailed dialogue between the two brothers of the Song family, but also the probability of the two of them and their every move.

A few miles away, above the tower. A man gazes at it all with a telescope. Big red mang, flying fish suit, straight knife hanging from waist, short dagger hidden in sleeve. As soon as he put away the telescope, his ears moved and his expression was instantly serious, and he turned around and took out his knife to dodge to the left, dodging an arrow. Flowing clouds and flowing water in one go. Cold sweat left from his forehead, and before he reached the corner of his eye, the second arrow followed, and the dust and electricity were gone. Seeing it, it was too late, the arrow hit the center of the eyebrows, and the man looked incredulous when he fell.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, the yellow finch follows, and the falcon attacks.

The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings, which dooms many people to stay awake all night.

And Song Qiulai, who caused all this, was still drunk in sleep.