Xiao Yuanjun saw Su Li for the first time and remembered what he said, "My hometown hates parting, and my hometown has gray hair." ”

This sentence is the most appropriate description, probably the soldiers who go out on the expedition, they know how to part best, for them, every long trip is a parting.

The army stood outside the city gate, the soldiers on the tower waved their arms to farewell, and the people followed behind, either weeping, or sad, or encouraging, all of which the Iraqi people had never seen.

Seventeen held an umbrella and protected Yiren under the umbrella, and seeing that she was uneasy, he casually took out a lotus seed from his arms and fed it to her mouth.

"Seventeen was scared when he went on the expedition before?"

Seventeen was stunned, shook his head, and then nodded, his voice very quiet, "Afraid!" ”

Xiao Yu'an, who was beside him, also heard it, and turned his head slightly to look at him, he thought that a person like him should not be afraid of heaven and earth.

Seventeen naturally noticed the gaze of the two, smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at the tall figure in the front, and said in a soothing voice, "Originally, I was not afraid, but when I saw more people, I was afraid, I was always afraid of losing, and I was always looking forward to seeing you again." ”

He had nothing in the past, only a cheap life, thinking that he wanted to repay the little son, so he was not afraid of death, not afraid of difficulties, the world was big, he relied on his brute force to fight a bloody way.

Later, he met a girl and became the most timid person, afraid of death, afraid that she would not know him, and even more afraid that he would never see her again, and he became the most afraid of death in the world.

His fear, no one can understand, a long, long time later, when they are all on the battlefield, they understand this fear, the terrible thing is that they are still powerless to protect.

At the gate of the city, Xiao Yuanjun suddenly stopped, everything around him was quiet, Xiao Yuanjun went straight past the civil and military officials, walked towards the Yiren, and punched Seventeen and Xiao Yu'an on the shoulder, using a little force, both of them staggered.

"The third brother is gone, I will fight the world for you, this Kyoto, I will hand it over to you, everyone can be disappointed, don't let yourself down!"

The two laughed silently, not knowing what to say, Xiao Yuanjun didn't let them speak, and called in a low voice, "Xiao Shizi!"

His expression was serious, which also made Xiao Yu'an look right.

"What is the most important thing for a monarch?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Xiao Yu'an, Xiao Yu'an didn't know what his intentions were, but he still replied sincerely, "Friendship, etiquette." ”

Xiao Yuanjun listened, lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's too difficult to have both." ”

"For the monarch, don't forget your heart! Too many people have lost themselves in high places, you are a gentleman, I hope you never have the day to be lost. ”

"Me?"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yuanjun interrupted him and turned to look at Seventeen, Seventeen was still wearing a black robe, the difference was that there was no longer a bright smile on his face, but he was a little confused and annoyed.

Xiao Yuanjun knew what he was annoyed about, he was a soldier, and it was his duty to fight on the battlefield, but now he was sitting in Kyoto, but let the dignified prince personally take risks, how could he not be annoyed.

"Brother?" Yi Ren was beside him, calling him in a low voice, Xiao Yuanjun avoided her eyes and did not look at her, took her hand up, and slowly put it on the hand of the seventeenth umbrella.

"Xiaojun, I will leave it to you, since you have chosen this path, there is no turning back, even if there is a cliff behind you, you can only jump without hesitation, and you have to protect her well."

Seventeen said, "I know!"

Of course, Xiao Yuanjun knew that he knew that in Seventeen's life, this was what he should do, and no one would protect Yiren more than him.

As he said, she was supposed to be a high, carefree princess, and the world couldn't give her this, so he did his best to create for her.

"Brother!" Ito choked up and shouted again, tears rolling in his eyes.

Xiao Yuanjun hugged her in his arms and stroked her head soothingly, his voice was always gentle, "Be good, don't cry, my brother will be back soon!" ”

No one saw what his face was like buried deep in his hair, but when he looked up, he was so resolute that he walked away without looking back, never looking into the eyes of the Yiren.

"Brother?" Before she finished speaking, Seventeen put her arm around her shoulder, and Yi came back to his senses and turned to look at Seventeen in confusion.

Seventeen looked at her reddish eyes, her heart suddenly hurt, pulled the person into her arms, wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, and her voice was also stained with her nose, "I said that I was good, I didn't cry, why did I cry again." ”

"I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Yiren looked at the back of the distance, every step he took was full of spirit, she had never seen him walk so chic, his brother, has always longed for the battlefield, the blood in his bones is the blood of the battlefield man, he just went back, back to where he should go.

Everywhere Xiao Yuanjun went, everyone automatically opened up a path for him, and he walked flamboyantly and chicly.

The sound of heavy armor colliding on the body can be heard so clearly in this bustling Kyoto.

At this time, the sun was rising in the east, the sun on the top of the mountain was just halfway up, he stood in the middle of the sun, there was only a trace of figure, that was the most touching scene that Xiao Yu'an had ever seen in his life, and he was looking forward to meeting such a scene again on all the roads he walked in the future.

The sun was rising in the east, and everything had a new starting point, Xiao Yu'an looked at it, remembering the scene of their night worshipping heaven and earth.

The three of them sacrificed the sky with wine, facing the crescent moon from afar, did not kneel or worship, a bowl of sake, and thanked the year!

"I'm Xiao Yu'an!"

"It's for the family and the country, and it's worthy of the heart."

Xiao Yuanjun's footsteps did not stop, he put his hand on the sword at his waist, and a lazy voice sounded, "Xiao Yuanjun, fight on the battlefield and be buried in my homeland." ”

Seventeen was stunned, smiling lightly, as if whispering, "Always know and be grateful, and protect her for the peace of her life." ”

"Worship as a brother, regardless of background, fearless of life and death, with my big Yan Erlang's bloody body, I swear to protect the health of my Yan country. A bowl of sake, chatting to comfort the souls of the dead, heaven and earth to witness. ”

Their simple and bloody vows are now spoken of again, at the time of separation.

Behind them, there are hundreds of officials, there are Jingming, there are people in the study, there are Liang Wenjiu, what are the little beggars, a long time later, when they think back to today, they have long been different, they don't remember the faces of these people, but they remember their voices, their beliefs, their persistence.

Xiao Yuanjun didn't look back, and waved his hand at everyone, "Let's go!" ”

In his life, he has said that he has gone many times, and he has not looked back, this time, he still did not look back, because he knows that this time back, there will be no courage to start again, he has walked this road for 19 years, and it will come to an end, if he turns back, he doesn't know if he still has the courage to create the next 19 years.

Human life is very short, there is no reason to be all pictures of parting, "gone" is not closer than "goodbye"?

The sun rose in the east, hanging high, and there was no room for him as a mortal.

At this moment, he is really gone, and he has gone to my hometown where he hated and parted, and he went to a foreign country with gray hair!

Let's go!