"Zilin, it's not your fault, it's my life."

Red Sleeves stood behind Meng Zilin, she wanted to reach out to hug him, but her fingers passed through his body again. She looked at him helplessly, and even regretted that she had come to seek revenge on him because she was too obsessed at the beginning.

"If so...... If I had known you would have feelings for me...... If I had known that I would have feelings for you, I would not have come to you. ”

Meng Zilin first saw Red Sleeves when he was about to escape from the barracks.

He was not originally called Meng Zilin, but Meng Lang, the son of a slave of the Meng family. The imperial court conscripted, because the Meng family had offended the local officials, and they named them by name, and they must let Meng Zilin, the only son of Master Meng, join the army. Meng Zilin is just a weak scholar, let him be a soldier, it is equivalent to letting him die, Master Meng's three generations of single transmission, of course he is reluctant to be such a lone seedling.

The Meng family has a slave and has three sons, Meng Lang is the eldest, and he is similar in age and body to Meng Zilin. So, Master Meng made a deal with Meng Lang's father, as long as he let Meng Lang replace Meng Zilin to be a soldier, Master Meng let Meng Lang's two younger brothers go to private school, in case one of the two children is in high school, then Meng Lang's father, and even his relatives can ascend to heaven and get out of slavery.

Such a good thing, Meng Lang's father couldn't ask for it, and he sent Meng Lang out very happily. If this is an aspiring man, he would like to go to the battlefield to make meritorious contributions, but Meng Lang has only wanted to have no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and he has never thought about such a thing as going to the battlefield to fight. Along the way, he listened to many people talk about the things on the battlefield, and the more he listened to this, the more frightened he became, so on a dark and windy night, he planned to quietly escape from the barracks while people were not paying attention.

But the camp was too big, he was a recruit who had just arrived, and the barracks were heavily guarded, so he touched the camp for most of the day, and even touched the side of the camp tent of an adjutant general. Just as he sensed that something was wrong and was about to leave, he heard a woman's screams. Immediately after, a disheveled woman ran out of the tent, shouting for help as she ran.

Meng Lang was about to go out, but saw the deputy come out with a wine jug. As he drank, he beckoned his men to take the woman back. The woman cried out desperately, saying that she was not a girl in the tent, but had been forcibly taken by the lieutenant, hoping that they would spare her. But those people, where are they sure, directly threw the girl to the lieutenant general.

The girl was hit with all kinds of meat, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth. Just as she struggled to get up from the ground, she saw Meng Lang. She opened her mouth to ask him for help, only to find him waving desperately at herself. The girl's eyes suddenly turned cold, and her face showed a look of despair.

Those people did not pity the jade, and after the girl showed a desperate expression, the lieutenant dropped the flask in his hand, put the girl on his shoulder, and returned to the camp. That night, Meng Lang heard the most poignant screams and cries in his life. Those voices, to this day, often echo in his head.

He didn't know how he had walked back to the tent, or how he had been lying down, but when he closed his eyes, the girl's desperate look and what she had said came to mind. She said that she was not a girl in the tent, she was a nearby villager, the daughter of a good family.

Early the next morning, news broke in the barracks that a girl had died. He followed the crowd and saw a woman in red lying on her back in front of the lieutenant's tent, with a pool of blood under her, soaking her clothes and drying up before she had time to dry. Where the girl is wearing a red dress, it is clear that the plain clothes are dyed red by blood.

The lieutenant said that the girl was a spy and wanted to assassinate him, but fortunately he saw through it.

Spies?

What spy would be such a weak girl.

Which spy will be tortured and covered with wounds, and die outside the camp of the adjutant general in such a naked.

But it was such a clumsy argument that no one in the entire camp refuted it, and even the general signaled to make the matter a big thing a small thing, and a small matter.

No one wanted to get close to the girl, because they felt dirty, only Meng Lang stood up from the crowd and said that he was willing to help the deputy general dispose of the girl's body. He found a decent place beside the camp, took off his coat, wrapped himself around the girl, and then dug a pit and buried her.

If it ends here, maybe it's still a good thing.

But things are just beginning.

On the night after Meng Lang buried the girl's body, the lieutenant was killed in the camp, followed by those who aided and abetted, and watched coldly.

Revenge of the soul, in Meng Lang's view, is more like nonsense.

But on the third night after the girl's death, Meng Lang saw the girl, she was dressed in red, standing in front of the bed with a pale face, her fingernails were very long, and all of them were black, and those black nails were pinching his neck at this time. He should be afraid, but the strange thing is that he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, and some of them were all self-blame and guilt.

He smiled at the girl, then slowly closed his eyes. After waiting for a long time, the imaginary pain came as scheduled.

He opened his eyes and saw that the girl was motionless, still maintaining the position she had just held.

"Why don't you call?" The girl asked him, "They will cry when they see me, and they will cry and beg me to let them go, just as I cried and begged them." What about you, why don't you scream, why don't you beg me to let you go. ”

"Because I'm damned!" Meng Lang did not hesitate at all: "Although I know that even if I rush out at that time, I won't be able to save you, but at least I can help you say a word, and then die with you." ”

The girl looked at him and said nothing.

"I'm just a creep, and I'm a creep out of my own volition. My name is not Meng Zilin, my name is Meng Lang, and I came here as a soldier instead of others. Meng Lang smiled bitterly: "I'm actually very timid, I'm very afraid of death, I can't imagine what it feels like when my body is pierced by the enemy's spear, I can't imagine the scene where my head is cut off by the enemy, and I can roll on the ground a few times, and I can't imagine the picture of being trampled to death by the enemy's hooves." I'm scared, I'm very scared. But I can't help it, I'm just a slave's son, and my lord doesn't want his own son to die, so he sent me. You see, not only do you have no choice, but neither do I. ”

The girl saw Meng Lang crying, hesitated, and took her hand back.

"I knew, from the moment I walked in here, I knew that I was going to die. Even if you don't die today and tomorrow, sooner or later, you will still die. If I die at your hands, I will still have a whole corpse, and maybe they will tell my father and mother to take me back and bury me on the land of my hometown, and I will be engraved with my name on the tombstone. But if I die on the battlefield, I may not even be able to find the body, and no one will remember me, no one knows, my name is not Meng Zilin, my name is Meng Lang, and my original name is Meng Lang. ”

"You're a poor man, too." The girl murmured.

"My brother was also captured by them, and he, like you, was forced to be a different person. My father and mother died early, and my brother and I depended on each other at home. I left the village and came here in the hope of seeing my brother again. But I waited for a year, two years, three years, and there was no news of my brother.

Afterward...... Then I saw the name on the paper they had put up, the name that didn't belong to me but later became my brother, and I did what they told me to come to the barracks to collect my brother's body. But they took me to another tent, and said that I had escaped from the tent because I had escaped from it.

No one spoke for me, and no one listened to me. After a few more days, I was sent to the bastard's tent. I'm just a normal little girl, I just want to bring my brother home. I don't know what national righteousness is, and I don't know what it means to sacrifice for the country, I only know that I am an innocent girl, I am not in that tent, even if they are heroes, they can't bully me, they can't! ”

"I'm sorry!" Meng Lang said: "I can't save you, and I can't save you." ”

"It's none of your business." The girl took her hand back: "Actually, I know in my heart that I shouldn't hate you." You're just like my brother, you're a little soldier who can't help himself. He's a general, he can beat you, he can kill you, he can even slander you, but you can't do anything. Do you have a sister at home? If you do, write to her and tell her that even if you die one day, don't come here. It doesn't matter if you go back or not, the important thing is that she must stay at home, and she won't be like me, she can't leave again when she comes. ”

"I don't have a younger sister, I only have two younger brothers, and our lord promised my father that as long as he was willing to let me die in his place, he would let my two younger brothers go to school. He also said that if one of my two younger brothers was angry, our family would no longer have to be a slave to their family. My father advised me that I must consider my two younger brothers. I'm my brother, I love them very much, and I want them to get ahead in the future, but I ...... I want to be cared for. ”

Meng Lang cried sadly, like a weak and helpless child.

The girl looked at him, smiled, and disappeared in the tent: "Meng Lang, I won't kill you for the time being." Remember, your life is mine, and you owe me. So, you have to live well, and don't die under the enemy's sword or horse's hooves. ”