In the forty-ninth year of Zhenguan, summer.

Xia Cicada was chirping happily at this time, and the Datang Stadium standing in the north of Chang'an City was already overcrowded at this time, and there were cheers and shouts of the crowd everywhere.

"Pass the ball!"

"Come on! Hurry up! ”

"Dribble! Dribble! Transmit! Right! ”

I saw that there were thousands of empty alleys in the huge stadium, and the shouts of countless people seemed to have broken through the sky, making the entire Chang'an City fall into a boil, and the young men and women wearing various gorgeous costumes were also infected by the atmosphere at the moment, and they were shouting in disregard of the image.

Following their gaze, the focus was all focused on the green field in the middle of the gymnasium, and they saw that the field was divided into two teams, one team was wearing green clothes with a wolf's head embroidered on the back, and the other team was wearing a fiery red costume with a golden dragon embroidered on the back.

"Turkic troops! Come on! ”

"Datang team! Come on! ”

Wave after wave of voices overshadowed it, and it seemed that even the gymnasium was about to be lifted.

Hearing the shouts of countless people in the stands, those players were also enthusiastic, trying their best to fight the green field.

No one noticed that in the viewing stands, there were two old men with gray beards who were also quietly watching the people who were trying their best to play football in the audience.

"Wei Chi, what do you think of these players?" One of the old men had gray sideburns, but his skin was very well maintained, and he looked like he was only in his sixties.

"One generation is not as good as the next." The other sitting next to the old man spoke, only to see that he had broad bones and resolute eyebrows. Although there is a large white beard. The face was also carved with many wrinkles by the wind and frost. But there is a feeling of not being angry and self-assured. "Back then, our first-generation football team of Nanshan Academy, it was easy to kick these Turkic children, I, you, filial piety, Chongyi, just pull out one and kick these people down, but now, look at it, the first half is almost over. None of them scored a single goal. ”

Hearing Yu Chi Baolin say this, Cheng Chumo also laughed and said: "That's true, do you remember the football match between us and the Tubo team?" There were 11 of us in the team, but each of us scored a goal. ”

Hearing Cheng Chumo say this, Yu Chi Baolin also showed a fascinated expression, and said with great nostalgia: "Yes, being with my eldest brother and you at that time was the most comfortable day in my life. ”

At the mention of the eldest brother, Cheng Chu was stunned and said, "By the way, today's game is so heavy." Why didn't Big Brother come? ”

Yu Chi Baolin was stunned for a moment, and then said half-loudly: "Have you forgotten what day it is today?" ”

I heard Wei Chi say this. Cheng Chumo's whole body also froze, and then he stopped talking, and the young people around him were still shouting excitedly, but these two old people suddenly seemed to remember some sad past, and they were no longer relaxed and casual, but with a deep loneliness......

"Grandpa, grandpa, today is the final of the Datang football team and the Turkic team, why don't you go to see it~" I saw a six- or seven-year-old boy with red lips and white teeth, pulling an old man's sleeve and shaking vigorously.

I saw that the old man glanced at the boy kindly, and said gently: "Grandpa has some things, I want to go to the back mountain, Wen'er is good, I want to listen to your father and mother, you go to see it first, and then tell grandpa the results of the game when you come back, how about it?" ”

"That's right." The boy was still hesitating, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in, only to see him say to the old man, "Dad, we are leaving." ”

"Yes." The old man nodded, patted the boy who was pulling his sleeve again, and said lovingly: "Wen'er go, it may not be possible to catch the game in time for it to start later." ”

"Whoa." The boy bit his lip, and he seemed to wish his grandfather would go with him.

"Xingtang, take the child and be careful on the road." The old man instructed the middle-aged man.

"Got it, Dad." When the man had finished speaking, he picked up the boy and walked out......

The development of the back mountain in Xujiazhuang has suddenly slowed down in recent years, and the road that was originally planned to build more houses to connect the back mountain has also suddenly stopped, and some of the built billets have fallen on the back mountain path, because no one has come for several years, so it has become overgrown with weeds and the road is a little rugged.

On the mountain road, an old man was struggling to move forward with a cane, followed by an old servant.

The foothills in the distance are as lush as ever, because Nanshan is the fiefdom of Xuyang, so since Zhenguan 21 years later, Xuyang does not allow anyone to cut down and destroy a single grass and tree in Nanshan, therefore, it maintains a complete ecological environment, just like the ancient flood period, with a natural grandeur.

The old man did not walk fast, and he needed to stop and rest from time to time, and judging from his panting appearance, the old man's health was not good.

"Master, do you want to stop and rest." The old servant looked a little older, and even though he was carrying a package, he didn't look tired.

"No, it's here." The old man said lightly.

At the end of the mountain road is a grave mound, and there are more than a dozen big characters on the tombstone, "Beloved wife, Liu Mengli's tomb." Concubine, the tomb of Kim Seung-man. Concubine, the tomb of the Treasure Emperor. ”

The tomb was built very exquisitely, although there was no gold, silver and jade, but there were many exquisite stone carvings and ornaments carved around it.

The old man slowly walked to the tombstone, gently stroked the words on the tombstone with his hand, and then, he slowly took out a mobile phone from his sleeve, and opened the photo in the phone, and the old man couldn't help but cry.

Those photos are all pictures of the daily life of some women, and those women are his wives.

"It's been ten years, it's been ten years...... "The old man muttered silently." It's been ten years since you left me......"

The old man took out a copper bowl from the cloth bag handed by the old servant, and saw that each copper bowl contained cold shaved ice.

"This is your favorite food before, and I made my own rice balls, Mengli often scolded me for not knowing how to run a house, now you don't have to worry, because our family has discovered a gold mine in Australia, the preliminary estimate is 10,000 taels of gold, and now our family is the richest nobleman in Chang'an; Xingtang is now a governor and ranks among the third ranks; Jingshi also gave birth to a second child some time ago, a boy, and the mother and child are safe; Xinghua is going to take the big exam of the academy this year, and now he is studying hard all day, but he doesn't want to embarrass the name of Guigu, if Sheng Man knows about it, you should also feel gratified......

The old man said a lot in a trance, tears still dripping on the stone bricks in front of him, and finally, he cried out almost chokedly: "I always advise the emperor not to pursue immortality, but when you left me, I went crazy and wanted you to live forever!" I am afraid that the saddest thing in this world is to be separated from you! I don't want Datang to be forever! I don't want the world to return to Tang! I just want you to come back! ”

The sky gradually became gloomy, the light rain gradually dropped, in the reckless Nanshan, the rain was slowly rising, making the Nanshan a ethereal mountain realm, the fog made people unable to see the scene in the mountain forest, but heard a long and sad old man's voice from the mountain......

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, and the moon night will be short, and the Matsuoka ...... (To be continued......)

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