Eighteen years of Yongkang, winter.

On the side of the Qujiang Pond, singing and dancing are leveled, and the planning is staggered.

He stood up from his seat, pushed away the swaying glass of wine in front of him, and strode out.

"Mingcong!" The footsteps behind him caught up and shouted at him.

He had no choice but to stop.

"Drinking too much?" Gan Mingjue looked at him with concern.

He nodded indiscriminately and said, "It's a little uncomfortable, go back first!" ”

Gan Mingjue patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead!" There is no need to fight for a while, take a good rest! ”

He couldn't help but smile mockingly and turned to leave.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd, the cold air of deep winter gradually invaded, stripping away the alcohol on his body little by little, and his head also sobered up.

He didn't drink badly, he just didn't want to drink with these people, let alone drink any celebratory wine.

Where's the work? How to celebrate?

It was clearly escaped by the Rong people, where did the face celebrate?

But as soon as the gate of the city is closed, it is called a great victory? But in Daizhou, how could the Guanzhong Army allow him to get involved, and when he saw that the crisis was over, he urgently recalled him back to Beijing - to celebrate his achievements? Hehe!

So, what was the bloody battle day and night for?

He stood at the door, smiling coldly, in the cold winter night, it turned out that only his breath was warm.

He rubbed his face and left the place.

The night was condensed, and the long street was silent.

He took two steps, then stopped, looking down the eaves of the street.

There stood a small thin man, small and thin in spite of his thick cloak, his face hidden under the cloak, revealing only a pair of large round eyes, clear and transparent.

"Who?" The pro-soldier asked.

The man winced.

He raised his hand and made a stoppable gesture.

It is not difficult to see from the clothes that it is a little girl, judging from her figure, she is only eleven or twelve years old, delicate and timid, and she is pitiful.

He didn't want to scare her, so he stood there and watched her.

As if at last she had overcome her fear, she hesitantly approached him, and at a distance from him, she stopped, bowed to him in a proper manner, and pulled her cloak to reveal a little mouth that had lost a little blood.

"Gan, General Gan......" She still seemed a little scared, her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes didn't dare to look at him at all.

He was not very good at dealing with such delicate people, and if he had been impatient to leave in normal times, he had just dealt with a bunch of people who taught him impatience even more, and when he faced this little girl, he was a little more patient, and still stood in place, waiting for her to continue.

She nervously folded her shirt and said softly: "General Gan, when you came back from Daizhou, have you ever seen my eldest brother?" ”

He was slightly stunned and asked, "What's your eldest brother's name?" ”

Is it the family of a soldier in the army? I hope her eldest brother is well......

She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him in surprise, and the clear light of her eyes brushed over his heart like a feather, causing him to lose his mind for a moment.

"My big brother...... It's Lin Zhizhi......" She lowered her gaze and said with some embarrassment.

He was stunned and asked unexpectedly, "Are you a girl from the Lin family?" ”

Lin Zhizhi is his aunt and cousin, and his aunt is the daughter-in-law of the Lin family, but the male owners of the second and third rooms of the Lin family are too unbearable, so the Gan family has almost no contact with the second and third rooms.

He didn't know anything about the two rooms, nor did he know which room she was.

She glanced at him again, nodded and said softly, "I'm going to walk around the house for four ......."

He was silent for a while, and sighed, "I didn't see my cousin Zhizhi......"

Her eldest brother, his cousin, had died in battle four years earlier, and he didn't know why the girl asked that......

……

"I guess I want to use the excuse to attract the attention of General Gan!" Pei Jinyu said with a smile, the small fan in his hand shook gently, and the fire in the furnace was just right.

Gan Mingcong leaned lazily on the couch and smiled disappreciatively: "Sister-in-law is too careful, I look at that girl who is only in her early tens, right?" ”

"Miss Lin Si will be fourteen years old after the New Year!" Pei Jinyu said with a smile.

Gan Mingcong raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Fourteen years old? How did you grow so small? Didn't the Lin family give her food?

"Don't touch the two rooms of the Lin family, don't teach them to drag you down." Gan Mingjue said as he observed the movement of the kettle on the stove.

The water boils, the pot rises, the tea is divided, and the foam is dotted.

Raise your arms, stretch your wrists, and be romantic.

Gan Mingcong watched intently as his brother made tea.

He has been a quiet character since he was a child, but he likes to watch people make tea the most, and there are only two people who make tea the most elegant and moving in the world, one is his brother Gan Mingjue, and the other is his cousin Lin Zhizhi.

Pei Jinyu personally brought the tea soup to him, he hurriedly sat up straight from the couch, took it respectfully, and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law!" ”

Gan Mingjue also nodded to Pei Jinyu with a smile, turned to Gan Mingcong, and said softly: "In the future, if there is a girl to stop you, just let people drive you away, don't talk easily, they are all beating your idea now!" ”

Gan Mingcong put down the tea bowl, was silent for a moment, and said, "I often wonder if Cousin Lin is really gone......

Last night, after getting a negative answer from his mouth, the light in the girl's eyes disappeared in an instant, but she didn't know where to make up for it little by little, and finally she could pick up a faint smile.

"If there is news of my eldest brother in the future, can General Gan ...... No one at home, at home, told me......" she prayed to him with a glimmer of hope.

He has experienced the feeling of being shattered again and again, and regaining broken expectations again and again.

After the death of his uncle Wei Mu in battle, and after the death of Lin Zhi in battle, he experienced it all.

He didn't think the girl was posturing.

Such a brilliant young man, such a gentle and kind brother, the bad news came so suddenly, if there is a little sister who admires him who can never accept this reality, it is also very normal.

After all, he hadn't even been able to bring back his bones.

When he said this, Gan Mingjue was bringing a bowl of tea soup to his lips, staring at it for a while, and finally put it down, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Death!" He said, "Mingcong, my little uncle is dead, and Zhizhi is also dead, and then, it's up to you!" ”

Gan Mingcong picked up the tea cup he put down and drank it all.

Despite the opposition of the six surnames in Jiangnan, the little uncle led the troops north to resist the army and died in battle;

Cousin Lin abandoned his pen and went to the front line in Dingzhou and died in battle;

He learned to mount and shoot and read the art of war, so that one day, he could follow in their footsteps, stand where they had fallen, and continue to fight in their place.

Last night, when the girl turned to leave, she suddenly turned back and bowed deeply to him.

"General Gan, thank you for protecting our ......"

"You're just like my big brother, you're a great man!" Her clear and flawless eyes, like the stars in the thick of the night, pointed him in the right direction.

Maybe one day, he will die in battle, and he will also become the amazing person in the spring boudoir dream, a certain girl admires and misses...... ()

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