Xu Zheng patted Qijiashi on the shoulder and said softly: "I am a person who can't remember hatred, maybe I am a little irresponsible to say this, but I still want to say that narrow-minded people must live unhappy." I also know that it is impossible to forget the hatred of extermination, but please think about whether it is worth it to put yourself in it and live in hatred. I don't think you should pay for that rotten person. The wicked have their own wicked people and demons, and the retribution of heaven is always very effective. ”

Qi Jiashi nodded silently, Xu Zheng didn't know how much he listened, just sighed, feeling distressed for this modest man caught between two dilemmas. On the one hand, there is a beloved woman, and on the other hand, the hatred of extermination, can it be solved in a few words? Xu Zheng doesn't think so, he just wants to try to solve it, at least to make him feel better.

Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Why do you have to think so much, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and I will talk about it when I see Gwen." I went backstage to arrange it, and it became like this, the order of the show was going to be disrupted. ”

Later, he said: "The third program is replaced, and the blue silk is on." This show will not be performed today. ”

When the four girls heard this, they immediately disagreed, and everyone saw the success of Yi Meier and the sword dance, and they only hoped that their dance would be as hot as the previous two shows to be welcomed by everyone. At this time, when they heard that they couldn't perform, they were all disappointed, and looked at Xu Zheng with complaining eyes.

Xu Zheng smiled: "I didn't expect a sword dance to be such a sensation. The gorgeous belly dance really can't connect with the current atmosphere. Only the song of the blue silk is the most suitable. However, I can assure you that the suspension will only make people look forward to it even more. When you go on stage, you'll definitely be in good shape. ”

The four girls listened in disbelief. Nor are they vain and snobbish women. Hearing this, although they all pouted, they still worked together to prepare the blue silk and push it out of the stage.

There was still a commotion outside the curtain. Six ancient Chinese swords were finally sold at the lowest price of 200 gold coins and the highest price of 450 gold coins. Fish acted as a temporary auctioneer, and took advantage of his position to grab a handful at the lowest price of two hundred pieces, and happily held it in his arms.

The dust of the six long swords settled, the crowd was still excited, and they couldn't calm down, and the wine went up like flowing water, and everyone drank the wine. Excitedly discuss his perception and feelings of being touched.

At this moment, an old man walked out from behind the curtain, holding a stool in one hand and a strange-shaped prop in the other.

The old man came to the edge of the stage and spread out his stool and sat down. He began to fiddle with the props in his hand, and soon, the sound of whimpering bagpipes began in the bluestone tavern, and people suddenly understood that this prop turned out to be a musical instrument that they had never seen before.

Although no one has seen it. But the sound it makes is really nice. The sound of whimpering music is like a song and a cry. Slowly drifting through the tavern, a gloomy and mournful atmosphere spread quietly. The people slowly quieted down, and they all looked at the old man who hung his head and played.

After the fierce atmosphere brought by the sword dance, the bagpipes are melodious at this time, which precipitates the fiery ambition, and can touch the soft feelings in the depths of people's hearts.

The bagpipes sounded slowly, the old man hung his head, played silently, and his wrinkled face had a vicissitudes that only a long time could accumulate. People all looked at him in amazement, listening to the ethereal tune, a kind of emotion called sadness was sprouting in their hearts, and after the movement of the sword and blood, this sentimental emotion was still very strong.

The hall was quiet, people were listening quietly, only to feel that this song was wandering gracefully in the hall, the sound was clear to the bottom, but the emotion was strong, and countless hearts were aroused for a while.

The music was still circulating, and a woman walked out from behind the curtain, her face wearing light makeup, and she was inexhaustibly elegant and quiet. A plain long skirt was worn loosely on the body, and the long brown hair was scattered behind the head, and it was only tied casually with a tie of the same color, and there was no other outfit. The whole dress is plain and elegant, showing a quiet temperament.

The woman walked to the middle of the stage, her calm eyes swept over everyone, and everyone was shocked, only to feel that those eyes seemed to be calm and waveless, but they were full of emotion, enough to hit the depths of the soul.

The sound of the bagpipes stopped, slowly faded away, and the moment the woman opened her lips and sang softly, it sounded again, accompanied by the woman's ethereal voice that did not look like the world:

Bonnie, Bonnie, is the bench in my rose garden. Bonnie is a small boat that shelters me from the wind and rain

Until one day, I slowly collapsed. The first cry of the nightingale, you will know my troubles

I will embark on a journey for the sake of the king, and my heart will be filled with sorrow and chagrin

I don't know who is a friend and who is an enemy, I just know how cruel war is

The nightingale first cries, and I know that my days at home are numbered. Farewell to the mountains and rivers and homeland of my hometown, I am full of sadness

I can't go to the green mountains under the sunset with my sweetheart

I can no longer look at the land of my hometown on the mountain beam in my dream

We are about to hit the road at dawn, and the sails of the voyage are full

When my hometown is drifting away, I can only sigh and hate my heart

Unrecognizable, I have to cross the distant strait

Our warships would dock in the bay, at low tide

If I fall under fire, or sleep in the depths of the sea

O good people, shed a tear of your soul for me and all my past

If God dyes my gray hair, let me go back to my hometown

I will love the golden beaches, the blue mountain beams and the black raindrops even more

By the fire, let my wish be fulfilled in heaven until the moment I fall

Keep me away from the cruelty of war, away from the cry of the nightingale

As the women sang, everyone saw a passionate teenager who joined the army with the dream of defending his family and country, and fought with the warship for the king and his hometown.

At the moment of leaving his hometown, he looked back at his familiar hometown, and suddenly found that his dream had deviated from the direction. The real most reluctant thing turned out to be just the people in my hometown who cared about me the most and the people I cared about the most.

The sun sets. The warship is leaving the harbor. Gray-haired parents hugging each other on the shore and crying quietly, beloved women squatting in the farthest sight to hide their faces and cry bitterly, young brothers and sisters chasing the boat and shouting loudly, brother. Brother, you must come back safely!

Looking around again, how many teenagers of the same age as themselves are like themselves, looking at the people they love on the shore with hesitation and helplessness, and they also feel confused about the future?

The warship sailed away, the people on the shore could no longer see it, the future was a test of blood and fire, and if you wanted to survive, you could only keep telling yourself to be strong. Be strong! Even if it is unrecognizable, I want to return to my hometown!

After several battles, the iron hooves walked all over the world, and every day they were fighting each other, screaming miserably. I don't remember anything else, but I have left the smallest wish in my heart, to keep me away from the cruel war, away from the cry of the nightingale, and let me return to my hometown. I miss my loved ones. I miss my younger siblings and my parents.

It's just that the war is merciless, and every day someone falls in arms. Died tragically in the relentless flames of war. I don't remember how many times, the bloody hand took out the letter from his bosom, and said weakly with his last breath: Please, help bring it back to my hometown.

The years have passed, the war has not ended, but the boy has become a young man, he is not old, but his temples are white, he carries a heavy letter in his arms, and he resolutely drags his broken body back to his hometown.

However, the hometown is no longer the hometown of the memory, the beloved woman got married, and the child who was a few years old looked at herself in a daze. My younger siblings have also grown into adults, learned to smile forbearantly, and eagerly touched themselves with calloused hands, telling themselves that the old father and mother are no more, and they have been looking forward to you for many years, but they have not looked forward to it after all. It's okay, God forbid, brother, you're finally back.

Faced with his incomplete self and hometown, the young man who has become a young man finally hugged his head and cried. Why, why? Everything has changed?

A dream, the final result, is nothing more than a lifetime of loneliness, in the remaining years, an old dog by his side, every day to the fire quietly recalled.

All faults are reduced to the war in which there will never be justice and fairness, which destroys everything, all happiness, and dreams, all under the iron heel of war.

Only in dreams can you find a moment of peace. Suddenly, I flew to heaven and saw my father and mother again, and they were all laughing and saying, "Son, you're back!"

At last, the phantom was lucky, the bagpipes sounded slowly, and the elegant woman had tears in her eyes, and she whispered over and over again: "Keep me away from the cruelty of war, away from the cry of the nightingale." Bonnie, Bonnie, please give me a regret pill and start all over again!"

At last, even the woman stopped singing, and stood dumbfounded, except for the sound of bagpipes, so that the sad story was still ringing.

The whole tavern was silent, Iwaki had always been war-torn, and countless families and children told endless sad stories in the war, as the song goes.

When the music stopped, everyone suddenly woke up, and before they knew it, they were already wet with tears.

There was a surprisingly dead silence, no cheers, no cheers, and Lan Si herself was immersed in her own singing, her face slightly tilted, and her face was stained with tears.

I didn't know what to do, so I silently put the coin in front of Lan Si, and then left silently. At this moment, no one has any extra thoughts, they just want to go back as soon as possible, while their relatives and friends are still there, and seize every minute and every second to stay with them.

In the blink of an eye, the entire tavern was empty, and only a pile of coins was piled up in front of Lan Si. Fish stood at the counter in a daze, his eyes full of tears, and whispered, "Close the door early, I want to go back to see my wife and my son." I'd rather kill him with my own hands than send him to battle!"

Xu Zheng was stunned, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and it turned out to be full of tears, and he unconsciously cried with Lansi's singing. He knew that this song would be deeply moving, but he never thought that Joe, who had experienced hardships, would play the song so sadly, and Lan Si, who was also young but had experienced the tragedy of life, would interpret it so perfectly, so perfect that everyone recalled endless sad memories after listening to this song.

Behind her, Emier cried in a low voice and murmured, "Dad, Mommy." Only my cousin and I were left! You were so cruel that you really left us behind. ”

The four men were silent with red eyes, the four girls hugged each other and cried softly, Qi Jiashi looked at the unknown place with empty eyes, and whispered to himself: "Gwen, my people, what should I do?"

At this moment, Xu Zheng had a strong desire in his heart: I want to build a place with my own hands, without hatred and sorrow, so that the flames of war cannot burn here, to stop ugly things from the door, to reunite my family, to let my lover stay together forever, so that the nightingale will not cry, but will only stand on the branch and sing loudly and crisply.

If such a place were to be built, it would be a city, a city that could accommodate all races. There is no ruggedness, no oppression, everyone lives together fairly, shares the same blue sky, steps on the same earth, and breathes the air of the Aris continent together.

It can only have one name, and it is called home! the home of all races in the world!

At this time, the seeds inadvertently planted in the Tiger Clan camp have begun to germinate in Xu Zheng's heart, and the ideal of building his own city has finally gradually surfaced. Translated as "Bonnie, Bonnie". I've removed the names of the places and left the rest untouched.

I strongly recommend that you listen to it, the kind of indictment full of relentless war, the longing for relatives back home, the endless emptiness after the war, the voice of the spirit of caraDillon, and the slight sadness, expressed truly and perfectly. Listening to it, the gentle and sad music is enough to hit the deepest place of man's longing for peace and happiness.

I listened to the song and wrote this chapter, and although it was not well written, my eyes were wet.

May the world be divided, with less war, less tragedy, less separation, and less sorrow!