Chapter 174 Wind Bell, Under the Umbrella

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The general saw the moon again, the real moon, not the light in the eyes of the drunken old Zhao, but the real moon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know if it's because there was such a small rain during the day today, there was no rain tonight, not even clouds, but I couldn't see the stars.

There was only a lone moon in the deserted night sky.

Because of its solitude, the moon appeared very large and round.

It is rare to see such a round, so big, and such a beautiful moon in Dayin, and it is a moon that should exist in the wasteland.

As if to comfort someone.

The general stepped on the moonlight sprinkled by such a beautiful moon, but he was not in such a good mood.

He didn't even want to look back at the moon, which he loved so much, but rarely saw on a daily basis.

But he didn't want to go too fast.

It's not because he's afraid to go too fast, so people can see that he's not drunk.

It's just because he really likes this kind of moonshine, even if he doesn't look back, he still likes this kind of moon so deeply.

Although the general did not want to think of it, such a moon always reminded him of such a night.

It was the same day, it rained a lot during the day, and a big, round, and beautiful moon rose that night.

"I heard that the moon in the wasteland is bigger and more beautiful. ”

Who the speaker was, the general did not want to remember.

No matter how slow you walk, from the outer hall through the inner hall, to the small courtyard behind the inner hall, and finally to the study, the long but very short road at some moments will still be completed.

There was no light in the study, but it was not pitch black, because the moon outside was so bright that it shone through the open window of the study.

The moonshine like water is always just right.

Sprinkled softly on such a book, one more is too bright, and one less is too dark.

There are books in the study, but there are hidden compartments behind the books, and there are things in the dark compartments.

That's something that only a general can see.

Something that even Aunt Mei doesn't know.

It was a military uniform, a military uniform that the general would only use when he was fighting on the battlefield, and the general opened the secret compartment and saw the military uniform.

He looked at it, but thought of what he would look like when he wore this uniform on the battlefield in the near future.

"If you wear it, you're going to be very chic, and you're going to be there for me forever. ”

The general thought that he was just looking at the uniform to strengthen himself, but he didn't know why he thought of such a sentence.

Who said that, the general did not want to remember.

The general wants to drink again.

But there was no wine with him, not even water to replace it.

Although it was like watery moonlight, it couldn't really relieve his dry throat, which was almost on fire.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the wind could not quench his thirst, but at least it could make the general feel a little cool, so cool that his eyes would not be so painful.

It's just that his eyes no longer hurt from too many tears, but his ears have a sense of pain again.

The reason is the sound of wind chimes that blow along with the wind.

The bell is the general's bell, hanging in the study, he only needs to look up to see it on weekdays, and he can touch it as long as he raises his hand on weekdays. On weekdays, as long as the wind is gently blowing, he can hear it.

But why does the ringtone that I like so much on weekdays sound so painful today?

The general remembered someone, someone who was so familiar that it was strange.

The man was far away from him, too far away.

The world often uses silver bells to describe the laughter of little girls.

The general's laughter was like a string of crisp silver bells that were not stained with any impurities.

But unlike the other little girls who smiled like silver bells, she also had a string of real silver bells on her, and the silver ones were like moonlight.

When it is blown by the wind, it will laugh like a little girl.

But who that person was, the general did not want to remember.

The general looked a little confused, is a drunk person always so confused.

In his confusion, the general remembered that night, a night that was very similar to today.

There was also such moonlight that night, and there was such a military uniform, and there were silver bells, and there were girls.

But the general always felt as if something was missing.

What's missing?

It rained a lot during the day, and I had to use an umbrella if it didn't rain too much.

There were some unknown flowers growing in the courtyard that day, and the unknown flowers were also very cute.

That night, it was as if flowers had bloomed on the paper umbrella, and it was as if flowers had been drawn on the paper umbrella.

In this and such moonlight, the general remembered that he had plucked a flower and pinned it to the little umbrella, and then there were really more flowers on the umbrella, small, very lovely, pitiful unknown flowers.

It's like the flower on the umbrella that appears outside the study.

Small, lovely, pitiful unknown flowers bloom here a hundred miles away.

The general finally realized that something was missing, an umbrella missing, an umbrella like the one with a small flower outside the study.

On the night he didn't want to think about it tonight, there was also such a small flower umbrella.

But if you don't want to think about something, you will always remember it at some point, and even what the moonlight was like that night, what the wind was like, what the bell was like, all of them remember so clearly.

Including the people of that night.

The general remembered the man.

It seemed that the general had only then remembered how to speak.

Then there was a sound in the crack of the rock, which passed through the wind and was swept by the moonlight like water.

"Suzu ......"

The general just said one word, and it was the name of the person in memory.

But it just so happens or unfortunate that it is not Ling who is standing outside the study with an umbrella now, but Ling.

From under the umbrella came a smiling face with tears on her face.

That's Aunt Mei.

"Half a cliff, decanting soup. ”

As soon as Aunt Mei said that, she began to regret it, maybe what she should have sent was not a decanting soup, but a jar of wine, a jar of wine that people will never wake up.

The general saw the smiling face, but it was not the familiar and unfamiliar smile he had imagined.

After all, it's the people of the past!

Ling is not a bell, and a bell is not a bell.

The general sighed.

Tonight is destined to be sleepless.

Decanting soup may be the best antidote for a person who does not want to wake up, but it is also the deadliest poison.

The wind blew a little cold, and the general closed the door.

Aunt Mei was holding the soup in her hand, and the wind was really cold.

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Good luck to you.