Chapter 3: Memory

The stubborn boy walked forward with a pale face. Step by step. At night, I would find a sheltered corner to hide, and when I was thirsty, I knocked on the door of someone I didn't know who was to ask for a bowl of water. The remaining dozen pennies turned into a few hard steamed buns, which gradually disappeared into the shriveled bag.

He wants to join the army, maybe he doesn't know, he is too young, and people will not keep him. But he had no choice. There is no food, and for a six-year-old, there is only death. Maybe he didn't know that even if he became a soldier, he would die.

Eventually, my vision began to blur, and I finally had to hold on to the wall and move forward step by step. "I can't just go down・・・・・・ I can't die・・・・・・"

It was the last thought that remained in the mind of the soft fall.

Darkness, boundless darkness, he tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't see anything. A plain white dress looms in front. It's that familiar face. He ran over in surprise, but his mother was getting farther and farther away from him, and he shouted anxiously, but his mother still didn't look back. He stretched out his hand in vain, trying to grasp the faint fragrance, but failed to grasp the last glimmer of hope.

"Zhu Xuan, this kid is shouting at his mother all the time, I'm afraid there are a lot of sad things in my heart. It's really pitiful, going out to wander at such a young age must have suffered a lot. A nice voice came, and the boy moved, and before he could wake up, he burst into tears.

"Are you awake?" A calm voice floated in, and the tall man in brocade clothes suddenly occupied his entire line of sight: "Why are you here?" What about your family? The man said lightly.

"I want to go to the north to join the army. I don't have a home. After my mother died, I didn't have a home anymore・・・・・・" The boy suddenly found that his original shabby clothes were gone, and he was suddenly nervous, and even forgot all the etiquette that his mother usually taught him, "What about my mother's jade bracelet?" ”

"Here." A beautiful face handed over something wrapped in a silk handkerchief. Carefully opened, it is the mother's jade bracelet. The faint streak of blood still stared at him as usual, as if to tell something. "This is a cold jade from the northwest border, this kind of jade should be as cold as frost, even if it is placed in the fire, it will not warm up for half a minute, I don't know why this red mark makes its heart change greatly, and there is no cold?" The man seemed puzzled, frowned slightly, and then he explained: "Isn't it the blood of the legendary infatuated lover that warms it." The woman listened and was silent. Picking up a bowl of porridge, he handed it to the boy, "Come, drink it while it's hot." "Well, you're as good-looking as your mother." The boy was stunned for a moment, then took a big sip from the bowl, he was really hungry.

"What a fairy tale!" A flush flashed across the woman's face, "Slow down, it's not enough." The woman said softly.

I drank it just now, but I didn't realize that it was a delicacy that I had never tasted before. It wasn't until I put down the bowl and licked my lips that I found that it was sweet and delicious, unlike ordinary people's coarse tea and light rice.

"Don't eat too much at once after a long period of fasting." The woman said, looking at the man standing with her hands in anticipation with a pair of bright eyes. "Stay." The man who was speechless for a long time slowly spit out a sentence. With that, he turned around and went out the door.

It's probably because I have suffered a lot, but my body is much stronger. It was estimated that it would take him two days to get out of bed, so he walked out of the courtyard at dusk.

It is the early spring, the peach blossoms are scattered, still flying in the breeze, like a natural elf, and like a dancer with light makeup, floating in the air complaining. The woman in the day stood under the peach tree, staring into the distance in a daze. A few peach blossoms fell on the head, and they didn't notice it.

When, my mother was like this, wearing her favorite plain white dress, standing among the petals flying in the sky, quietly looking into the distance. His eyes were full of longing, sorrow, helplessness, joy, resentment, and many things that many boys didn't understand.

"Are you feeling better?" It was still the faint voice, soft and low, majestic but moving. When I looked back, it was the man, who stood behind him at some point, standing with his hands in his hands, looking in the same direction. The calm face does not show the slightest emotion, and the eyes are blazing, clear and compelling, making it impossible to look directly. "Thanks, I'm better." For some reason, he felt a little warmth in this awe-inspiring person.

The woman had already heard the voice, turned around, and was no different from the beautiful woman in the morning, and walked over with a light lotus step, and took the man's arm. In an instant, a faint smile appeared on the man's face. A pair of beautiful people just stood quietly in a touch of sunset, watching the red say the west sinking. The boy quietly retreated, leaving behind a silent blessing in his heart.