A funeral, several days before and after, is finally coming to an end.

The night was dark, and Gongsun Yan was dressed in plain white linen, kneeling in the road mated by loess, his forehead touching the ground.

In front of her, there was Gongsun Cheng, who was also kneeling.

Gongsun Zhan is the only one left with her and Gongsun Cheng, and the real people are thin.

Even if Zhao Yun came to replace the wake at night, she would be able to rest.

But for three days in a row, she had to kneel in front of the hall during the day to thank the guests who came to mourn and give gifts.

From dawn to night.

Cry day and night, lay day and night.

After a few days, Gongsun Yan has lost a lot of weight, and he looks a little more miserable than when he was on the way to escape.

She lay on her stomach in the yellow mud channel, her nostrils filled with the smoke of burning paper money and the smell of dirt on the ground.

"Little boy, be obedient, don't move." Tian Kai squatted on the side of the road, softly coaxing Gongsun Cheng, telling him to lie on his stomach obediently and not move.

"Ah Cheng, don't move." Gongsun's face was close to the ground, he didn't dare to raise his head, and coaxed him softly, "It'll be fine soon." ”

"Hmm." Gongsun Yan heard Gongsun Cheng respond with a crying voice.

"Lift the coffin!"

The mourner sang loudly, and the tail note was a little hoarse.

The servants holding white flags standing on the left and right immediately threw the paper money into the air.

Flying like snow.

Dozens of men selected from the army, wearing sackcloth belts on their heads and sackcloth on their arms, strode forward.

Separated from the left and right, thick wooden poles were placed on the shoulders, and the coffins painted on black backgrounds were lifted.

Step by step, stepping on the white paper money scattered on the ground, the coffin was carried out of the mourning shed one after another.

Gongsun Yan's forehead was against the ground, his skin felt the roughness of the sand, his eyes were open, and he looked at a grain of sand on the ground in a daze.

She only felt covered by the paper money scattered in the sky.

I breathed a sigh, as if I smelled the scorching air that burned people's lungs when the Yijing fire that day was going to burn people's lungs.

With the footsteps of the squirrel, the coffin bearer passed by the kneeling side of her, and the large, heavy coffin in the middle passed over her.

The sky suddenly darkened, and she suddenly remembered Gongsun Chan in her mind.

It wasn't the first time she thought of Gongsun Zhan, when she was in a deserted village, she could dream of his unbelievable eyes almost every night.

But now it's different, when Gongsun Zhan's coffin passed by her body, some memory fragments that she had been deliberately ignoring appeared uncontrollably.

After Gongsun Zhan's coffin, there was his wife, Hou.

Then came the eldest son, Gongsun Xu

The eldest daughter, Gongsun Sumire

……

Gongsun Yan only felt that her head was flickering brightly and darkly, and one by one coffins with the smell of new paint passed over her head.

Some images kept flashing in her head, and she couldn't tell where she was for a while.

Until all the coffins passed, Gongsun Cheng, who was trembling all over, was picked up by Tian Kai with one hand.

Aqing Alan helped her up from the ground and walked to the side.

Gongsun Yan felt that his whole body was weak, and if it weren't for Aqing Alan to support him, he would almost fall to the ground.

She looked at the coffin that passed in front of her and went away, and she was a little distracted for a while.

"Lady, don't be like this."

She heard Ah Qing's cry, and when she looked back, she saw that Ah Ran's eyes were red, and Ah Qing looked at her with a pleading face, and big tears overflowed from her eyes.

"Don't do that, I'm afraid." Ah Qing grabbed Gongsun Yan's arm tightly and said.

Gongsun Yan was a little stunned, she only found that her cheeks were slightly cold at this time, and she didn't know when she was full of tears, but there was no expression on her face.

"Sister." I don't know if I noticed something, Gongsun Cheng ran over, hugged Gongsun Yan's legs, and cried loudly.

Gongsun Cheng and Yi Jing cried the same terrible as in the fire, as if Gongsun Yan had woken up.

She suddenly came back to her senses and reached out to hold Gongsun Cheng in her arms.

The two hands shook disobediently, maybe they were kneeling for too long, she thought to herself.

At this time, Gongsun Cheng was suddenly picked up by a pair of big hands, handed it to her, and put it in the crook of her arm.

may know that her hands are soft and can't hold her, and the hand supports her arm, and the strength and heat seem to be transmitted through her clothes.

These hands are large, and the palms of the knuckles are thick calluses, which are not good-looking.

Gongsun Yan hugged Gongsun Cheng and took a small step forward, she really wanted to throw herself into this person's arms at the moment, not thinking about anything, and taking a little breath.

But she eventually stopped and did nothing.

There are so many people who look at it, and if they are pushed away, they will be embarrassed and cry......

She laughed at herself, took a deep breath, and resealed the memories that had disturbed her thoughts.

Feeling that his reason and strength were gradually returning, Gongsun Yan gently put his face on Gongsun Cheng, who was sobbing in his arms, and wiped the tears on the child's clothes.

Lonely Bamboo North Mountain

The mountains and forests that used to be quiet are now busy.

Craftsmen and sergeants leveled down thorns, trampled weeds, and carved a path in the mountains.

Originally, the treasury construction site was closed for a few days, and when I heard that the main family would perform a funeral ceremony, the craftsmen and farmers spontaneously received tools and gathered in Beishan to help.

A trail leads directly to the mountainside of Beishan, and in order to facilitate the coffin bearer to settle down, a small mud nest can be dug out of the soil of the mountain road.

The wind blows, the dense primeval jungle rustles, and the shadows of the black trees are like waves in the endless night.

The procession of torches snaked like fiery snakes.

Along the way, people kept throwing white paper money.

Everyone lit torches and followed the paper money left by their predecessors.

One by one, huge coffins were lined up and marched towards the mountain.

The light of the torches reflected the black and red lacquer patterns of the coffin, refracting a halo of light.

A large open space was leveled on the mountainside of Beishan, and according to the calculation of the fortune teller, holes were dug out one by one, and the tomb was built with bricks and stones after the coffin fell.

Such a process is obviously not in accordance with the etiquette law, but ordinary funeral rites and funerals will not have so many clothes and coffins, so no one doubts this.

It was late at night, and a large number of illuminated braziers were lit in the clearing, and the bright light of the fire dispersed the wild beasts of the mountains.

Tian Kai stood on a high place, with a saber at his waist, and he beckoned back.

A man with purple scars on the right side of his face stepped forward.

It's Zhang.

The firelight jumped on his face, illuminating the already horrific scars even more hideously.

But his expression did not change much because of this scar, and he looked condescendingly at the Wuhuan captives who were escorted like cattle.

The captured Wuhuan in these Yangqiu were all decently thin.

After the war, no one would treat them, and they were kept in custody, one meal a day, and they survived to this day.

A circle of fur had already grown around the braids, and the colored ropes that had been knotted at the ends of the hair were so dirty that they couldn't see any color.

Under the tattered clothes, a dark and bony back was exposed.

These people inevitably struggled, pleaded, cried......

There are also people who accept their fate, and generally sing songs in Wuhuan language in a hoarse voice.

They were pulled into braids and knelt in front of the tomb one by one, and the prolonged hunger made it impossible for them to break free from the hands that were holding the braids.

He looked at these people with an expressionless face, and slowly raised his right hand.

A stalk-tipped knife was unsheathed, and the blade reflected a cold glow in the firelight.

With his right hand outstretched, he paused in the air for a moment.

Subsequently, gently wave it down.