He You'an picked up the washed rice basin, looked at the face favored by the wind and frost, and said sadly: "You shouldn't do these rough jobs. ”

Wanying smiled and said, "There is nothing that should or should not be. I don't have to do these jobs, someone has to do them, and now there are not enough people, and I can't always stretch my hands and open my mouth. ”

"You're not the same as before."

"What was it before, and what is it now?"

He Youan didn't know how to answer Wanying, he actually didn't know anything about Wanying before, the so-called love was just the heartbeat of love at first sight.

"It's you, I've been listening to a lot of stories about you in the camp lately." Wan Yingyun said lightly.

"What do you hear?"

The two began to talk unconsciously, Wanying was no longer bored and tense, the cold late autumn, the bleak mountain stream, and a warm flower bloomed in the hearts of the two people.

"I heard them say that you are a wonderful general, who eats and lives with the soldiers, and shares blessings and hardships."

"Who can you listen to, prostitutes in the labor camp?" He You'an held the rice basin and stared intently at the mountain road at Wanying's feet.

Nodding gracefully, she stretched out her cracked hand and brushed away the messy branches on her head and the long grass beside her.

The shocking hand still fell into the vision that should not have fallen.

The half-red and half-white nails complement each other and are inlaid on the rough and cracked hands. There is a kind of bleakness, which is not an anachronistic complement to each other.

There is a kind of distress that comes from the heart and can't help it.

He You'an put down the rice basin, pulled it distressedly, and said lovingly: "It was my negligence that made you suffer." ”

Wanying lightly pushed away He Youan's hand, and said calmly: "I said that it was thanks to you, otherwise I don't know how many times I went to hell, these are nothing at all." ”

"Wanying, if I take you with me, would you like to?"

He Youan obviously told General Cao that he didn't have this idea.

If it was in the past, Wanying would definitely be furious. Wanying in front of her picked up the rice basin on the ground and said with a smile: "There is no place for Wanying at the ends of the earth." Thank you for your kindness. ”

He You'an's heart hurt into a river of sadness, and he didn't dare to think about what kind of charm his beloved woman would face after returning to the capital.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to fight them."

Wanying used her rough hands to comb her messy sideburns, cracked cuts, and hooked her face painfully, a taste that she will never forget for the rest of her life.

"If you can't fight, you have to go back, otherwise Daddy and Hongfu won't die in vain...... And my suffering along the way...... It's going to hurt you......"

"Am I still afraid of being implicated by you?"

There were only two people in the middle of the woods, and He Youan really wanted to hug Wanying, but he could only hold the rice basin tightly.

"You're not afraid, I'm afraid."

"The people who are chasing you are all top killers, and they will kill you when you go back to Beijing."

A few gusts of autumn wind blew away the red-crowned cranes drinking by the stream; The wind that flowed into the forest beat the withered grass beside Wanying. The wind is loud, and the grass and trees are soldiers.

"If you don't go back, you're doing what they want. Rokuro probably doesn't even know I'm alive now, if I go back, will Rokuro still let me suffer such a grievance? ”

The intention was revealed, and He Youan stopped talking.

"The emperor has a secret letter every three days, should I tell the emperor that you are in Fujian?"

"When we meet, I'll tell Rokuro myself."

Wanying Taomi has not returned for a long time, and Cui Ying'er, who is cooking, chased after her worriedly. From a distance, I saw the two talking in the woods, and then turned around and went back to the labor camp.

Standing in front of the boiling soup pot in despair, the smoke from the burning of wet wood in the stove fire, churning the boiling water in the pot against the lid of the pot, and slapping the edge of the pot.

Cui's mother, who has been adrift all her life, can't adapt to this kind of camped life, and when Cui's mother straightened out these causes and consequences, she advised Cui Yinger to leave several times.

Cui Ying'er stubbornly adhered to her dusty love, and after Cui's mother argued with Cui Ying'er a few times, she left the labor camp with Xiaohong and the boatman.

Cui Ying'er and Cui's mother's life savings, Cui Ying'er all the Cui's mother's savings, resolutely stayed in the labor camp.

The two people who used to be pampered in the past now have to personally touch the firewood, rice, oil and salt.

One step before entering the labor camp, Wanying took the rice basin from He Youan's hand, hugged it to her waist, and walked to Cui Ying'er's side.

"Okay, didn't you cry much?" Wanying said as she put the washed rice into the pot and steamed.

"No, it's nothing, the firewood is too wet, the smoke is too big." Cui Ying'er wiped her tears while continuing to stuff firewood into the stove.

"It rained before, and the firewood is wet today, and it will be better tomorrow." Wanying pulled Cui Ying'er aside, and then pulled out a few firewood from the stove, and the fire improved slightly.

"Yun Niang drank the medicine just now, and she was sweating at this moment, so I glanced at it and seemed to be asleep." Cui Ying'er pointed to the tent and said, but her eyes were fettered by the haunting figure outside the labor camp. "He's coming for you, go ahead."

Wanying didn't raise her head, squatting beside the stove with difficulty, a tattered banana fan flashing in a miasma. "Ying'er, I am a woman with children, you are not married, he is not married. Go and see what he has to say. ”

"He's coming for you, I'm not going."

"If you don't go, how do you know he's coming for me? What if not? ”

The thick white smoke choked Wanying tears, and the tattered banana fan fanned away the white smoke, but the sourness in the eyes could not be fanned.

"You don't have to be coquettish, isn't that interesting? Are you giving me alms? "Love is the same as food, Cui Yinger can't accept the food that comes to her.

Thick white smoke billows from the roaring fire in the stove, and the boiling water in the pot makes noise against the icy air.

"I give you alms, am I qualified?"

"Why do you have to go back to the capital, why don't you give him a chance?"

The white smoke choked Wanying and coughed repeatedly, Cui Yinger snatched the banana fan in Wanying's hand, and fanned away the soot that entangled Wanying. It's a pity that the fan is still coming out of the stove. chased after the two.

Wanying stood up with difficulty, pulled Cui Ying'er away from the stove, and said coldly: "The rice has already been put into the pot, let it smoke as it goes." ”

The two men did not return to the tent, but stood in a ventilated and smoke-free place, looking at each other with pity.

"Lady, he really likes you, don't go back to the capital, okay?"

Wanying took out her handkerchief from her arms, wiped the tears on Cui Ying'er's face, and said gratefully: "Ying'er, it's too late." It's too late. What's more, I am thinking about the emperor in my heart, and I am pregnant with the emperor's child in my belly. ”

"Lady, don't lie to yourself, I know you've regretted it. Is that right? ”

Wanying shook her head with tears in her eyes, and decisively denied: "Me and him, it's impossible in this life, even if I regret it, I can only make a mistake." ”

"Lady, since you know you're wrong, why don't you give yourself a chance?"

"Silly Ying'er, don't say it, I won't look back. If he wanders the world, he will be harmed. ”

"Lady, General He is definitely willing to go with you, as long as you report your death to the court, no one will know that you are alive, and the emperor will not know."

Wanying smiled and closed her eyes, two slender tears crossed her emaciated cheeks, shook her head blankly, and resolutely denied: "The emperor is waiting for me in the palace, I have to go back." ”

"Lady, the emperor already thinks that the lady is dead, why don't you give yourself a chance?"

"Ying'er, I know your good intentions, but it's not my life to live now, Daddy, Hongfu, they died in vain, I can't just live for myself."

There was no white smoke in the stove, and the red fire peeked out with its pointed head. The two of them walked under the shed again. One on the left and one on the right side of the flame.

"Lady, how can a person like you take revenge? What if you lose your life? ”

Wan Ying hugged her lower abdomen and said: "If you don't take revenge, life is better than death, life is just a walking corpse." ”

"The master is gone, the lady has no mother's protection, if she wants to gain a firm foothold in the palace, it is estimated that it is more difficult than ascending to the sky, and if you want to take revenge, it is even more difficult, is the lady really not afraid?"

If there is white smoke, it will be thick under the simple shack, like fog, like wind, and like a dream; is obviously so spicy that it is dazzling and tearful, but it has a dream-like beautiful face, rampantly playing with the breeze on the face, and it is not clear whether the evil does not suppress the good at this moment, or the good does not suppress the evil?

Although the breeze is good, it also depends on the season, and when it is neither hot nor cold, it is certainly commendable. If it is the tenth winter wax moon, the breeze will inevitably be as warm as the white smoke.

"What's the use of being afraid? It's like the choking smoke in front of me, I don't want to smell it, but we have to eat while we live, can we not face it? ”

Cui Ying'er disagreed with this analogy, but obviously couldn't find a more suitable refutation.

"General He will protect Niangniang, and so will Ying'er."

Wanying looked at Cui Ying'er gratefully, and said sincerely: "I will match you." ”

Cui Ying'er smiled bitterly boredly, shook her head and said, "No need, it's too late for our lives." I never had the luxury of being with him, as long as I could see him from afar, I would be content. ”

Wanying understood that Cui Ying'er was talking about her own life experience, and was about to persuade her, Cui Ying'er waved her hand gently and said, "He is such a perfect man, I can't tarnish his reputation because of me." He doesn't love me, he just fulfilled my wish, I practice well in this life, please come to the next life, let me become you in the next life. ”

Cui Ying'er said and made a gesture of please, and the clouds on her face gradually cleared.

Wan Ying burst into tears and shook her head helplessly.

"In this life, you will serve me well in the next life." Cui Ying'er said coquettishly to Wanying.

The two people who were tense immediately returned to normal.

The two of them clumsily gathered a scorched paste, thicker than porridge and a little thicker than rice. It's a kind of paste that precedes the two, and it still smells burnt.

When the pot was uncovered, both of them were dumbfounded, but they didn't expect: the seemingly simple cooking rice, but also consider the strength of water and fire.

After chattering for a long time, he still couldn't eat, but fortunately, He Youan assigned four or five camp prostitutes to help the two solve their urgent needs.