Chapter Forty-Nine: Fear of Forgetting

The Cangguo soldiers who were chasing after him had the sound of fighting all the way. There are even people who fall down and never get up again.

Ye Fu was very scared, holding Lin Mengsheng and not letting go, the two shuttled in the dense forest, flickering and dodging.

Stopping suddenly, Ye Fu hit a tree and knocked his forehead red.

Ye Fu laughed out loud as he ran.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Stimulating ......"

Lin Mengsheng grinned amusedly, and returned to his serious appearance.

In such a situation, there is no room for mistakes.

"Tomorrow, there will be no Qi country. All the Qi people have become people without a country. ”

The two ran all the way, and finally avoided Cangye's pursuit.

When I arrived at an inn, I pushed the door open.

There was only one couple, and the courtyard was cold, and I was a little surprised to see someone come in.

"Guest officer, please come in."

Ye Fu followed Lin Mengsheng.

"Two rooms, and then prepare some side dishes."

"Okay."

Ye Fu glanced at the man's, the robe and green shirt, and the woman's pink skirt.

When he arrived at the room, Ye Fu watched Lin Mengsheng deal with the letters, he was busy, and he didn't bother him, and went downstairs by himself.

Or is it just the couple.

Ye Fu took out the silver and settled the bill first.

He and Lin Mengsheng will leave at any time, and it is also an insurance move to settle the account first.

The woman was thin and thin, but her face was ruddy, and she counted the money there with a wooden abacus, and she was wrong several times.

The husband who cleaned up the dust over there smiled and said softly: "The inner man has never studied, so he can't count." ”

The woman looked up at her husband with a look of disgust, and then lowered her head and counted her little abacus.

It was still a man who came over, settled the account in three or two clicks, and let Ye Fu and the two live with peace of mind.

"Well, there are two of you."

Ye Fu smiled and walked slowly to the street.

The streets of Qi don't seem to be very decorative, they are all plain colors, but they have spent a lot of thought on the window beams, and the carving beams are elegant.

It seems that every street is being renovated, where did the original people go?

"Shopkeeper, what's going on here?"

"The guest officer is not from Qi State, right?" The man came over and served tea to Ye Fu.

"I heard that it's not peaceful here, so I'm looking for someone to go home."

"It's not peaceful."

After several conversations, I learned that the man's name was Lian Jiang and his wife Li Shi.

"The original people have all moved away, and the people who live now are all from the north."

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know, we ordinary people don't dare to ask about the things above."

"Hmm." Ye Fu didn't ask much.

Seeing people coming and going on the street, it is not at all like an outsider, free and easy.

"You guys don't live here, you really don't like you just moved here."

Live off the locals.

"The guest officer doesn't know. Cangguo people have always liked Qi very much. When I came here, I didn't think about changing the Qi country, but instead put on the robes of the Qi country and said Wen Crepe's words. ”

Ye Fu smiled faintly, and looked at the group of people outside, and suddenly felt that it was not like an invader, but like a guest from afar, like a friend who cherished each other.

Everyone was kind, all smiling, not noisy or noisy.

So, what should the real Qi people look like?

"Were there any people here before you came?"

"Yes." Suddenly a guest came in, and when he saw Ye Fu, he sat together, "I was happy when I first came to Qi State, chatting with Qi people, you don't feel that time is leaving." After chatting, I realized that the sun had gone down. ”

"What do the people of Qi love to do?"

"Poetry and wine tea, everyone will order it. Let's say that they love to divide into groups, for example, literati love to get together and talk, and farmers love to plow the fields and sing a little song. But the literati would go to the fields to chat, and the peasants would go to the schools. ”

"Ministers, ministers, on the street, they don't like to talk about political affairs at home, and it is rare to see officials wearing official robes and wandering on the street."

"Did you come without resistance?"

The man opened his eyes and thought for a moment: "We came in batches, and the houses and fields are ready. Occasionally, I saw a family of Qi people moving away. I don't know where to move, but I haven't seen anyone beating or destroying things, and I walked very quietly. ”

Ye Fu was a little puzzled by the harmony of such comings and goings.

"Are there any Qi people in the city?"

"There are a lot of them, but most of them are readers. It's in the East Side. ”

"Huh?"

"Our Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always cherished talents and respected the literati."

"Well, then I'll go out for a walk."

Dongcheng, she was very interested.

Ye Fu walked out of the hotel and walked towards the east city that everyone said.

It's like new wine in an old bottle, and when the people of Cangguo come to Qi, they will adapt to it and change it. Decades, hundreds of years from now, there will be a new atmosphere here.

When the East City arrived, there were still low, neat houses.

There are people coming in and out, walking calmly.

There is a big house, "Jinle School", Ye Fu saw that no one stopped him, so he walked in.

It was deserted inside, some people were writing with desks, and some were writing directly on the ground.

No one was talking, and the room was quiet.

Ye Fu went in, someone noticed, but looking at her face and clothes, no one came to say hello.

Probably think he's an outsider?

Ye Fu laughed at himself and walked around the school.

Suddenly, a person rushed around the corner, Ye Fu avoided being hit head-on, and a bundle of paper in the man's hand flew into the sky and scattered all over the sky.

The thin yellow paper was dyed with fine ink scattered all over the eaves like butterfly wings, and the scholar glanced back at Ye Fu, and stared at the paper wings, and suddenly laughed.

The laughter alarmed the silent crowd in the courtyard.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Ye Fu bent down to pick it up, but found that the pen was full of dragons and snakes, all of which were three words: Ran Xiuyuan.

"Ran Xiuyuan." Ye Fu raised his head and looked up at the man who was laughing.

The man was stunned, stopped laughing wildly, his eyes were full of expectation, he looked at Ye Fu like that, and even approached, squatted down and knelt on one knee, pinched Ye Fu's shoulder, and prayed: "What do you call me?" ”

"Ran Xiuyuan."

"Call ...... again"

"Ran Xiuyuan."

The man's eyes were full of tears, and he sat on the ground dejectedly: "I am Ran Xiuyuan, I am, I am Ran Xiuyuan!" ”

Ran Xiuyuan...... Ran Xiuyuan ......"

Everyone in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and watched Ran Xiuyuan whispering his name there.

The full "Ran Xiuyuan" is like being angry and looking for.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Ran Xiuyuan ......"

Ran Xiuyuan couldn't hear Ye Fu's inquiry. Still muttering his name there.

Two scholars on the side came out, helped Ran Xiuyuan to the back room, one squatted down and picked up the paper manuscripts all over the ground, and finally helped Ye Fu up.

"Little brother is all right."

"Thanks, I'm fine."

"Hmm." After the man finished speaking, he was about to leave, Ye Fu walked up, "What's wrong with that person?" ”

"I miss myself so much."

"Huh?"

"Fear of being forgotten, fear of being forgotten by this country. I'm also afraid of being forgotten by myself. ”

Ran Xiuyuan, the first literati of the Qi State, went crazy.

Ye Fu walked to the door and looked back at this closed and deserted courtyard.

This is where the soul of Qi is located, and it is also where the sorrow of Qi is located.

It's not that no one mourns the fall of the Qi Kingdom.

The deepest sorrow is indescribable.