"Isn't Ah Cheng going with the two brothers?" Gongsun Yan asked Gongsun Cheng, who was standing aside.

He smacked his cheese stick and stared out the door.

Looking at the backs of Zhao Yun and Xia Houlan with some longing, he shook his head, "Don't go, stay here with my sister." ”

"Sister doesn't need you..."

Accompany... Gongsun Yan finished speaking, she looked around, it was already completely dark, and only the fire of the stove in the kitchen illuminated a few feet around the stove.

It's so dark!

But!

"Sister doesn't need you to accompany her, let's go! After a while, the two brothers walked away. ”

Gongsun Cheng rarely showed that he wanted to play, and he wanted to encourage him.

It's good to endure a little bit of darkness or something.

"That's... Then I'll be back after playing." After all, Gongsun Cheng still chased the door tiger out of the door and couldn't resist the temptation of cold weapons, just like the children of later generations couldn't resist the excavator.

He caught up with Xiahou Lan and Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun looked down and listened to what he said, looked up in the direction of the kitchen, and then stretched out his hand to lead him, and the figures of the three disappeared into the backyard together.

Gongsun Yan stood alone in the dark kitchen, there was silence around him, and his heart was a little hairy, so he hurriedly moved a few steps to the range of the stove light.

I opened the dealer and bought a candle, lit it with the lighter that Xia Houlan put aside, and dripping candle oil stuck to the stove.

In the afternoon, when Zhao Yun dragged back the horse feed, he sent her several large boxes half a person high with great fanfare.

It was so tightly sealed that no one in the entire camp knew what was in the box.

No one knows what's in the box, and it could be anything.

So at this time, she didn't have much to avoid when she lit candles.

Where do candles come from?

Asked, it was in the box sent by Zhao Yun in the afternoon!

Who has the evidence to question it?

Lighting the candles, the range of light is a little larger, and Gongsun Yan feels a little calmer.

This is the place where the massacre of the village actually took place, and the bones of the owner of the yard are still buried in the snow in the backyard.

They fled here to take shelter from the wind and snow, and how could they have the time and energy to dig a pit and bury it, only piled up in the snowdrift at the base of the backyard yard wall, a few steps away.

Worried that Gongsun Yan would be hit by it, Zhao Yun specially informed her about it at noon.

Earlier, it was okay, but when the horse meat was blanched in a stainless steel pot, the bright red pieces of meat were soaked in blood and rolled out brown foam, and Gongsun Yan began to think a little cranky.

There seemed to be a few more pairs of eyes staring at her in the dark corners where the candlelight could not be seen.

No matter how much you tell yourself that it is legitimate defense, the feeling of the golden hairpin piercing into the human body seems to be still stuck at the fingertips.

She will never forget the beautiful eyes of the girl in yellow who slowly solidified and lost focus in the fire.

She can't forget Gongsun Zhan's last look.

In the darkness, the nose seemed to smell Yi Jing's smoke burning in the fire again.

The tip of his tongue tasted the stench of the blood of Yuan Shaojun's army again.

……

"Gongsun Niangzi."

The sudden sound made Gongsun Yan, who was frightened and deep in thought, let out a short scream.

Unlike others who were frightened and lost things, she subconsciously clenched the stir-fry spoon that was foaming, and her body instinctively leaned her back against the wall.

A hand grabbed her wrist and restrained her stir-fry spoon from swinging backwards.

Gongsun Yan gasped for breath quickly and turned his head to look.

The tall man stood on the edge of the candlelight, unable to see his face clearly.

But she suddenly felt relieved.

It's Zhao Yun.

"Excuse me, scared you?" Zhao Yun took a step forward, walked into the range of the candlelight, revealed Shen Yi's handsome face, and confirmed that Gongsun Yan had calmed down, before letting go of the hand holding her wrist and apologized.

"No, it's okay!" Gongsun Yanqiang smiled, and then changed the topic, "Why did General Zilong come back?" ”

"Wang Wu is accompanying Zixiu to learn and test the knife, and the little boy is watching." Zhao Yun walked to the edge of the stove pond, and sure enough, when he saw that the fire was about to go out, he filled it with some firewood and stirred it a few times before it was rekindled, "I think Gongsun Niangzi shouldn't be able to watch the fire, so I came back to help." ”

"Oh... That's right, thank you, General Zilong. Gongsun Yan was a little embarrassed as he held the stir-fry spoon.

In order to resolve the embarrassment, she hurriedly moved, skimmed off the foam in the pot, and added a pack of white gauze pocket stew to the stainless steel pot on the stove, which was the fishy spice bag she bought in the dealer.

With some difficulty, she lifted the clay pot that stored water, shook her head to stop Zhao Yun from stepping forward to help, she added enough water to the stainless steel pot, and then closed the lid.

The meat of the war horse is hard, and it still needs to be stewed for a long time, Zhao Yun at the other end looked at the stove, and Gongsun Yan simply sat on the pyre at this end with his knees crossed, and the two were separated by a stove.

The kitchen was very quiet, and Gongsun Yan wanted to cheer up and say something to Zhao Yun, but he was not in the mood.

For a while, only the stainless steel pot in the kitchen made a gurgling sound and the crackling sound of firewood burning.

Just when Gongsun Yan thought that they would be silent forever, perhaps misunderstood the reason why Gongsun Yan was in a daze, Zhao Yun's voice came from the other end of the stove: "Please also ask the lady to mourn." ”

It shouldn't be very comforting, Zhao Yun's voice was a little dry.

"Hmm." Gongsun Yan responded, "Thank you for your concern." ”

Until this time, others only knew that Gongsun Chan killed his wife and children and set himself on fire, and the youngest daughter Gongsun Yan escaped with her younger brother.

Gongsun Cheng Xu was frightened and didn't say a word about the situation that day, as if he was born with only Gongsun Yan, his sister, and no family next to him.

Gongsun Yan's fingers under his sleeves twisted slightly, and his expression was gloomy.

She shifted a little in the direction of the stove, keeping herself within the range of the candle as much as possible.

It's not that she's so sad for the Gongsun family, well, it's still a little, but she's more afraid.

Seeing a corpse for the first time.

For the first time, I saw a person die in front of him.

First Kill......

The first near death.

How can you not be afraid?

"General Zilong?" She screamed softly.

"The end will be." Zhao Yun's calm answer came from the other end, and the deep voice slid like a cello string across the eardrum.

"General Zilong still remembers the first time he saw a dead man?" Gongsun Yan was a little curious, Zhao Yun, who casually opened a hole in a person's body, saw a dead person for the first time if he was like her.

I didn't expect her to ask this question, Zhao Yun on the other end was silent for a while, and a sound of Suo Suo came, and he also sat on the hay in front of the stove.

"In the seventh year of Guanghe, the yellow turban was in chaos, the village was destroyed, and the bones were reckless." There were dead people everywhere.

In the seventh year of Guanghe, in the Yellow Turban Rebellion in 184 AD, Gongsun Yan looked stunned, Zhao Yun's voice did not have much emotional ups and downs, but in just two sentences, he told a creepy story.

The village is gone, and the bones are reckless.

After a long time, Gongsun Yan came back to his senses and shuddered.

It's terrible to have troubled times...

She hugged her knees and sighed, why did she come here?

"I'm homesick."

I miss her little house, I miss her couch, I miss her bathtub, I miss her bed......

Not far away, the girl's self-muttering, which was as thin as a mosquito, came into her ears, and Zhao Yun's expression became trance-like.

In the seventh year of Guanghe, the Yellow Turban and the mountain bandit were violent in Jizhou, swept to the south, the countryside looked at the smoke and ran, the city collapsed in the dust, the people died, the bones were like hills, and the mother and the infant sister were all killed in that year.

In the second year of Zhongping, Xianbei Koubian, several border counties fell, and his father died on the battlefield.

In the first year of Xingping, the eldest brother led the county soldiers to fight against the plundering Black Mountain thieves and died of serious injuries.

Home?

Zhao Yun lowered his head expressionlessly and hid his face in the darkness.