The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.

Twilight carries a slight chill, urging pedestrians to hurry up and return home.

Zhang Chu, who was in a white robe, stepped out of the carriage with a depressed expression and walked into the house......

Hearing the brass bell of the carriage, Zhiqiu trotted out with Xiao Taiping in his arms, and asked in a low voice of concern: "Master, what's wrong with the uncle?"

Zhang Chu pursed the corners of his mouth vigorously, shook his head and took Xiao Taiping Guan from her arms, and did not speak.

Seeing this, Zhiqiu sighed gloomily, and didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Only Xiao Taiping was still stupidly happy, holding his father's face with a mouthful of "let's chirp", and kissed Zhang Chu's face with saliva.

Zhang Chuqiang smiled and rubbed his face, and walked towards the side hall.

Before entering the door, a figure just over the height of an adult's calf stumbled out, rushed to Zhang Chu and hugged his thighs tightly, raised his little face, and called out with tears in his eyes: "Daddy~"

As soon as Zhang Chu looked up, he saw Li Youniang holding a bowl of egg paste, and chased it out violently: "It's useless to look for your father, go back and sit obediently and eat eggs!"

Zhang Chu squeezed out a smile and gently rubbed the top of Xiao Jintian's head, indicating that Daddy couldn't help either.

Li Youniang walked out, her eyes swept around the faces of Zhang Chu and Zhiqiu, and she knew it in her heart, she said hello to Zhang Chu, holding a bowl in one hand and the collar on the back of Xiao Jintian's head in the other, turned around and walked into the side hall.

Xiao Jintian's two little legs hung in the air, struggling in vain, like a fish out of water......

Zhang Chu looked at it and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh.

After a while, Xia Tao led a few servants and sent dinner into the side hall.

Zhang Chu sat down.

Zhiqiu hugged Xiao Taiping, Li Youniang pulled Xiao Jintian, Xia Tao took off the apron around her waist, and came in from outside the door with a stone wiping her hands...... A neat family.

"Let's eat!"

He picked up the bowl and said softly.

Then everyone took up their supper and buried their heads in eating.

It was quiet at the dinner table.

Zhangfu does not have the rule of not eating strictly and sleeping silently.

In the past, when Zhang Chu came home from work, he would pick interesting things that he could say and listen to them.

They will also pick up some short things that can be said about the parents and listen to Zhang Chu.

But today, no one has spoken.

Even the ignorant Xiao Jintian seemed to notice the depressing atmosphere on the dinner table, and stood very quietly in Li Youniang's arms......

Only Xiao Taiping, who has not yet spoken, babbling silly music.

Before the bowl of rice was finished, Da Liu suddenly rushed into the side hall.

Zhang Chu saw him, and the hand holding the rice bowl shook suddenly.

"Master Chu, the military advisor is awake and is waiting for you to pass......"

Everyone at the dinner table stopped their chopsticks and looked at Da Liu quietly.

Zhang Chu silently put down the bowl, got up and straightened his clothes.

He looked around for a while, and said lightly: "I'll go first, and you will come back after changing your clothes......"

With that, he pulled out his chair and walked out.

He walked hard.

His body trembled terribly......

But in the blink of an eye, his figure was gone.

Zhiqiu watched his back go away, let out a long sigh with a gloomy expression, and said softly: "Hurry up and change your clothes......"

......

Zhang Chu stepped into the bedroom filled with the smell of herbs, and at a glance saw Wu Qianyuan lying on his back on the bed covered with bedding, looking at the beam of the room with a pair of dim eyes.

His cheekbones were high, his skin was sallow, and his long snow-white hair was like dead grass on the plains of late autumn, without any lustre.

He lasted for most of the year.

from more than one hundred and thirty pounds.

It is less than 70 pounds now......

Zhang Chu did his best.

He did his best, too.

Seeing Zhang Chu coming, Hua Zhongjing, who was sitting in front of the bed, got up to greet him, sighed and whispered: "If you have something to say, he, he won't last long......"

Zhang Chu arched his hand to him and said softly, "I'm sorry for your trouble." ”

Hua Zhongjing returned the salute with a fist in shame: "The old man has the trust of the alliance leader, and he can't protect him from the years of standing......"

Zhang Chu shook his head: "You haven't had a good rest for a few days, go and rest!"

Hua Zhongjing couldn't help but sigh again, and Yu Yu left.

Zhang Chu folded his hands, walked into the bedroom, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and called softly, "Boss." ”

Wu Qianyuan turned his face with difficulty, his eyes looked in the direction where Zhang Chu was sitting without focus, and his face was in a trance: "Second brother, are you there?"

Zhang Chu said softly, "I'm here." ”

Wu Qianyuan raised his hand and grabbed weakly.

Zhang Chu held his hand.

Wu Qianyuan's hand was very light, and Zhang Chu felt like he was holding a ball of cotton.

"Live your life. ”

Wu Qianyuan said slowly: "Don't go back." ”

Zhang Chu pursed the corners of his mouth vigorously and said softly: "I'm not going back." ”

"Promise me!"

Wu Qianyuan suddenly grabbed his hand hard, and shouted desperately with a fierce face: "Don't go back!"

Zhang Chu clenched his fist tightly with his other hand, and said in an accentuated tone: "Listen to you, I really won't go back." ”

The strength in Wu Qianyuan's hand loosened slightly.

He gasped for air and made a "purring" sound in his chest, as if his lungs were filled with fluid.

Zhang Chu got up, and a faint golden light overflowed from his palm, gently running down his chest.

The snoring gradually subsided.

But the dim light in Wu Qianyuan's eyes was also rapidly dissipating.

Zhang Chu looked at him and said softly, "Is there anything else you have to explain?"

"Mo, Mo Libei ......"

Wu Qianyuan's wriggling lips said word by word: "Burn, burn, Yang, ......"

The sound grew fainter and weaker.

The breath quickly slipped down until it was completely gone.

A pair of dilated eyes still looked at the beams of the room.

Zhang Chu stretched out his hand and closed his eyes for him with an indifferent expression, and then slowly sat back on Mazha, holding Wu Qianyuan's hand like this, and quietly accompanying him.

The light of the jumping fire stretched his shadow so long, so long......

After a while, Zhiqiu, who had changed into a white dress, walked into the house lightly, looked at Zhang Chu, and then looked at Wu Qianyuan, who was quiet on the bed as if he was asleep, and gently retreated.

I don't know when I was outside the door, but a large number of people had gathered in the black press.

Xia Tao, Li Youniang, Stone, Little Jintian......

Liang Yuanchang, mule, old Huang ......

Zhang Meng, Liu Wu......

Many of the former generals of the Northern League......

Everyone was dressed in white clothes and quietly looked at Zhang Chu and Wu Qianyuan in the room.

Zhiqiu didn't say anything.

She took the stone with one hand, took Xiao Jintian from Li Youniang's hand with the other, pulled the two of them, walked to the door of the bedrooms, pressed their shoulders and whispered: "Good boy, kneel down and send your uncle on a great trip." ”

"Old man......"

Lao Huang finally couldn't help howling, bent his knees, fell heavily outside the door, and slammed his head on the ground.

In an instant, many generals of the old department of the Northern Alliance knelt together.

The mournful sound of "woo" is like the night wind shaking a broken paper window.

Zhang Chu in the house couldn't hear the sad cry outside the house.

He was like a lifeless wooden stake, standing quietly by the bed.

Accompany Wu Qianyuan.

Tonight, it's cold......