"What about the people, what about the people, is there no wine, and no meat?" In the lobby, there was a table of strangely dressed guests screaming.

"Who are these people?" I asked.

"The Di people who were sent to the left didn't know the etiquette at all, and said that they were here to mourn the ancestors, but they suddenly asked for wine and meat." The chief looked at the people in the hall and said indignantly.

The temple people whispered to me: "They should all be from the Xianyu country in the north, and the lord of the Xianyu country also sent his young son to the palace to mourn this time." When the noble man met the king, he was still polite, and Qin Yu spoke well. ”

"The noble man knows etiquette, but he doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't care about teaching his subordinates. Alas, after so many days, I finally have to leave. Sorcerer, please, the man is in the house. "The master has led me to a small room as he spoke.

The temple man bowed his head and said: "I am waiting here, the king has ordered, the sorcerer just asks, and it doesn't hurt to return to the palace later." ”

"Okay." I was so anxious at the moment that I pushed the door open and walked in.

After Zhao Ying got out of Jinyang City, he raised the strength of the entire Zhao clan to besiege Handan, but he could not attack it repeatedly. First, it is because Handan Jun Zhao Ji is good at using soldiers and guarding the city. Second, it is also because the people of Handan sincerely support Zhao Ji's father and son. Wei Jun lost his morality, and the Zhao family attacked Diqiu three times, and each attack took less than half a month. But the city of Handan was miraculously defended for five years under the onslaught of Zhao Ying. For five years, more than 1,800 days and nights, Zhao Ji was trapped in Handan, until the city was broken and the food was exhausted, and he was full of hunger before he finally had no choice but to give up.

The year A-Niang died, I was four years old, and it was also the year Handan City was broken. I can't help but wonder if A-Niang is waiting for a miracle to happen every day she lives, waiting for Zhao Ji to turn defeat into victory and take her home. And she died in a dream, was it because she heard the news of the loss of Handan City, and finally despaired and gave up.

The gray-haired old people of Handan described in front of me with tears in their eyes the miserable scene of Yizi eating in the city of Handan, and my soul seemed to float into the war-torn city with his choked voice.

After the old man finished telling his story, I finally couldn't help asking: "Do you know the old man, which family's daughter did Handan Jun marry back then?" ”

The old man was a craftsman who burned pottery in Handan City more than 20 years ago, and when he talked about the scenery in Handan City, he was like a treasure, but my question made him confused.

"Before Handan City was besieged, did the young master Zhao Ji have children?" I asked again without giving up.

"It's like having a son." The old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded.

"A son, what's his name?"

"The kid came to the workshop with Dr. Zhao when he was very young, and his name was ...... His name was ......."

"But it's called quinoa?"

"Quinoa?" The old man frowned and tried to remember, and then muttered several other names, but finally shook his head, "Despicable and old, I really can't remember." The old man trembled and saluted me to make amends, and I hurriedly supported him: "It's okay, the old man has worked hard today, if you think about it another day, it's good to let someone tell Xiaowu." ”

The old man was sent back by the director of the pavilion. I walked out of the gate of the pavilion, looking at the pedestrians and horses coming and going on the street, I only felt that my eyes were black for a while, and when I closed my eyes and the world was spinning, it was as if the person in the hall was not an old man, but myself, and the person who cried again and again when I remembered the old things in Handan was not an old man, but also myself.

Am I Zhao Ji's daughter, am I ......

I stood on the bustling street and looked around blankly, and the temple man came up and whispered, "Wizard, are we going back to the palace now?" ”

"Let's go to the General's Mansion!" I looked up at the yellow sky and sighed.

For ten years, I have always wanted a relative, a relative who is close by blood and dependent on each other.

Ten years later, God gave me a relative, a relative who wanted to trap me to death several times, a father who crawled out of the ground of the Yellow Spring and burned with the flame of revenge burning around him.

I hate hatred, and I dare not let it come even half a step closer to me. Because I know that hatred is the most terrible poison in this world, it is pervasive, and if you slack off at all, it will take root in your heart, and then give birth to poisonous fruits. And this fruit full of poisonous juice often poisons yourself before poisoning your enemies.

On the way from the pavilion to the general's mansion, my head seemed to be lit by someone, and in the flames was the Handan City that I had never seen before, the Zhao Ji that I had never seen before, and outside the flames was the hideous Zhao Ying and the Zhao army.

The fire occupied all my thoughts, so much so that I saw him, but let him disappear before me again.

"Wizard, the envoys of Xianyu Kingdom have already left Yongcheng before the day of entry, and the noble man that the wizard saw outside the general's mansion has also left." In the small courtyard of the Qin Palace, the temple people bowed down and stood outside the door of the room and replied carefully.

"You didn't catch up with him?"

"I caught up, but he ......"

"He doesn't want to come back to see me, does he?"

"Contemptible."

"It's none of your business, go down!"

The temple people quietly retreated. The small courtyard of the Qin Palace is clear and bright, and the moon is as cold as frost.

How the hell did I miss him? One turned, one trance? Two hours ago, he was standing at the mouth of the alley where we usually like to walk when we leave the house. Under the sunset, his back looked so sad and lonely. He is my innocence, even if he has long hair and a shoulder, and a wool skirt, even if he is so far away from me, too far to see his face, I should recognize him. But I ...... I even want someone to come and tell me that he has been.

Si'er said it too late, and when I chased him out of the General's Mansion, I couldn't see him anymore.

But I can't blame Si'er for speaking too late, Qin Gu went, she was filial piety, and she wanted to help Ling rush back to Pingyang, she could still remember to tell me in mourning that she had been innocent, and I should thank her.

It's me who missed it, and the hatred has just sprouted in my heart, and it has already made me lose the person I have missed for many years.

Xianyu, it turns out that you are the lost youngest son of the lord of Xianyu. I should be happy for you, you have finally found your own relatives, your own home. You don't belong to me anymore, and those promises of life and death will never be mentioned again. You're truly free, and I'm left alone, facing a nightmarish life and a terrible ending I can imagine.

All the things I love are gone, and I can't keep anything I cherish.

Is this my life?

I want peace, you give me war, I want relatives, you give me enemies, I obviously wanted to die back then, why do you still give me life! Why did you let me meet them, and take them away from me one by one, why......

I looked at the flickering candle flame on the desk, and I couldn't help but tears rolling out of my eyes.

The sky is merciless, and the wind is even more merciless. A cold wind blew, and even a candle on the table was extinguished.

I stared at the cold darkness of the room in a daze, and a sudden heart-wrenching ache struck my chest. The cry rushed out of the throat that had been suppressed for a long time, and the person who had endured it for a long time sat in the dark and cried, like a lost child, like a child who had lost everything.

Everything that has been experienced over the years, everything that has been lost in these days, is manifested in turn in the cold darkness. The unsuppressed cry in the still night sounded less like a cry, more like a scream after a scream.

"Pickup, don't you want me to go so much?" A warm embrace gently encircled me in the boundless darkness.

I was stunned, then turned around sharply and grabbed the visitor's neck. I hugged it so tightly, like a man in the water holding driftwood, and I held it so tightly that I was afraid that he would disappear from my face again. After parting, looking forward to reunion, I hugged my innocence and couldn't say a word, only buried my face in his slightly curled soft hair, crying heartbreakingly, crying tears.

Innocent also hugged me tightly, motionless, and let me cry.

Wherever you are, I will find you, wherever you are......

I can't remember how I fell asleep that night. I only remember that I said many, many words vaguely with innocence, and I seemed to be still talking to him in my dreams. I didn't know I had so much to tell him.

When I woke up in the morning, it was already dawn, but my eyes could barely stretch a slit.

I cried for too long last night, and my eyelids were swollen into thin-skinned apricots, which I picked with a needle, and what came out was not blood, but tears.

I sat up in a daze, and whispered a few innocent names, but no one answered. The heart suddenly fell down, and he hurriedly lifted the brocade quilt and jumped off the couch. I swept around the house, and then ran to the courtyard to look around, but he was still nowhere to be seen.

He was gone, and he was gone.

I thought this time, we always had a chance to say goodbye.

Last night, I didn't even get a look at his face.

I stood in the small courtyard full of dead leaves in a daze, my chest sore again, and I hurriedly took a deep breath and wiped my eyes heavily. Forget it, forget it, he has his home, his country, and if he is willing to come back to see me again, I should be content, do I still expect him to leave everything to accompany me to the ends of the earth?

The cold wind of late autumn blew off the last two dead leaves on the plane tree, and the two wooden doors behind me creaked in the wind, and I silently turned into the house and gently closed the door.

There was a half-seen bamboo slip on the bookcase in the room, but now I didn't want to look at it again. With a push of my index finger, I wanted to close it, but suddenly I saw four huge words on the dense small characters of the bamboo slip - "three-year period".

After three years, he learned to write......

I looked at the four crooked characters on the bamboo slips, and finally couldn't help but cry again.

What did I agree with him last night? Did I say I wanted him to stay, and I wanted to go with him to the ends of the earth, to a foreign wilderness where no one could live? I said that I would practice medicine and hunt with him, and I didn't ask about the world, did I end my life? For three years, do you really want to give up your country and your home to accompany me?