During this time, Marion changed his habit of working overtime and went home directly after finishing work every day.

Marion's boss didn't interfere with this, because he only asked everyone to do their own work, and Marion only had to fix ten drawings and point out some of the parameter errors, and then he could go home. Marion gets his work done around 2 p.m. every day. These days, when he leaves early, his boss will say to him with a smile that is not too much or no less, "Mr. Marion always does his job in moderation", Marion nodded, and did not say much.

It's much more rewarding to go home and spend a little more time with Aoi than to do a lot of work. He told Xiaokui about his schedule and that they would be with Huo. Arcadio II, along with Wright, Goblins, and others, went to Fidner Pass for spring break.

Xiaokui was very happy, and she asked, "Will my sister go too?" ”

"No, Adeline's body, you know, she needs to recuperate. She''s "child, she can't see it", Marion saw a sad expression flash in Aoi's eyes. He knew his child was grieving for her sister. He wanted to say something to comfort his daughter and make her happy.

"Don't be sad, your sister is a little blind though. But General Garcia will take good care of her, believe me, the future happiness of this child is certain", Marion patted Aoi's head, "You know, your Uncle Garcia talked to me about something. ”

Xiao Kui said absentmindedly: "What? ”

"Haha, your Uncle Garcia is already thinking about your sister's marriage. That's that Huo. Arcadio II, hehe, this honest lad. He asked me what I thought and I agreed with his decision and I thought it was a good guy haha." Marion tried to make his tone happier. But he soon found that he had not comforted Aoi at all, and Aoi tried hard to hold back her tears, but two tears rolled down.

Marion hurriedly wiped away her tears: "What's wrong? ”

"No" "No, I just think my sister is too pitiful"

A few days later, at dawn, Marion and Aoi waited for my father and his party at their doorstep. They rode in the general's carriage, and Marion noticed that the groom was very attentive to my father. Marion silently praised my father in his heart, thinking that my father was a master. Little did he know that the groom was only doing his best to repay the favor with a piece of beef sauce and two bags of oats; He also did not expect that many people in the future would sacrifice their lives and only do their best to repay the kindness of a check stained with Kazak's blood worth a thousand dinars.

The atmosphere in this carriage was a little gloomy because of Wright's mission.

In this silence, Aoi would occasionally glance at my father, and then pretend to look at the scenery flying by outside the window. My father would give Aoi a gentle smile when he occasionally felt her gaze. Xiao Kui's mind was clearly seen by Wright, and he gently twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling that my father's peach blossom luck was really good.

Wright slowly took stock of his journey all the way, and felt that although it was less than a year from Coston all the way to the present, it seemed that a long time had passed. Wright couldn't forget a lot of things, he was miserable and felt that time had been wasted so much. His motivation for success is like boiling water, but reality prevents him from putting this impulse into practice, he waits for change, and longs for opportunities. He would soon go to the military academy in Uxhall, where he was determined to make a career.

My father persuaded Wright not to go to Uxhall and to go with him to Aaron's Naval Academy. Wright refused, his dream was to go step by step into the heart of Palaubon, and he had the ambition that one day he would have the king of Paravon lead all his servants to cheer him on and drink a glass of wine for him.

"Isn't the time lost in Rhodoc enough?" Wright asked himself this, so he finally turned down my father's invitation with difficulty. He said that he would always be my father's brother, and that it was just a small difference.

Wright's geometry is very good, but he didn't expect that he and Huo. The fate of Arcadio II is like two rays in different directions from the same origin, and the longer the time, the greater the distance between the two lines. In some ways, they will never meet again.

At this time, the spring flowers outside the window are full of mountains, and the fragrance is wafting all over the world. The earth is fresh green, and the sunlight seems to be absorbed by the life all over the mountains as soon as it is sprinkled, and then compose a high-spirited song of life. A flock of unafraid birds followed the carriage up and down outside the window, like bullets from a child. The birds chirped swiftly through the grass and bushes, and suddenly let out a burst of chirp and flew into the sky. The sky was cloudless and fresh blue. After looking up for a long time, you will suddenly feel like you are falling into the ocean. The intoxicating blue color intoxicated the goblins, and the sensation reminded him of a man's eyes, but that man's eyes were bluer and gentler than the sky. ========================================

The group arrived in the town of Fedner late the next night.

There, Marion led Wright to a high ground. He looked around, then pointed to the dark ridge in the night on the other side of the hill: "Child, Fedner Heights."

At this time, the people in the car were carrying their luggage up and down, and took these things into a small hotel. At that time, Wright's eyes seemed to have become very keen, as if he had seen the flames of war more than ten years ago, saw his heroic father, and saw the battle flags of the former kings fluttering in the wind.

The ordinary mountain beams lay there, as if they were close to the touch, but they seemed to be far away, and they were elusive in history.

During the time my father settled into the hotel, Marion and Wright stood in the open space outside the door chatting. My father got hot water, cooked the meal, made the bed, and had the groom drive the car into the garage. He told the groom to feed the horses, for the next day they might have to spend a day on the pass.

My father asked the innkeeper what was on the pass, and the innkeeper said that the pass had built some stone watchtowers during the Yankees' invasion, and that the northern style was strong, and the tourists liked to see it, but because no one took care of it, it was very dilapidated. Aside from those, there's nothing to see now. My father also inquired about what other northerners had done here before, and the boss said that he didn't know, because this was just an ordinary mountain pass town, and when the southern army here was purged, it would have no value. The northerners were mainly focused on keeping the Qizha Pass open, but they didn't care about it.

"By the way, the guerrillas are very active here, if you are in the mood, you can go to the mountains and look for them, and you should be able to find the cave where they stayed in the past. But now no one wants to go to the mountains and forests to suffer except hunters and herb pickers," the boss told my father, wiping the table. My father thanked the boss and bought him six large cups of chrysanthemum tea and some snacks for supper, and asked the boss to send them to everyone when they returned to the room.

The boss smiled and said, "No problem, sir."

My father said, "Well, thank you, boss." This time, we are here to visit the relics left by the Northern Army, where some relatives of friends are buried." At this, my father woke up to the fact that he had revealed that he was a Swadia, which could expose him to hostility.

I didn't want the boss to just shake his head slightly: "Yes, after all, the north and the south are still one family." In those days, there were often tragedies of fathers and sons being their own masters. It was a tragedy, sir, for all. Bring a bouquet of flowers", the boss motioned for my father to lean over, and he said softly, "As soon as you came in, I found out that you were a foreigner, or more accurately, you were from Swadia, right?" You just asked if there are Swadias buried here, I really don't know. I will not be hostile to you, child. If that's your loved one, I really regret it. I remember there was a lily on the side of the hill, so let's go pick one. We have a legend here that when you don't know where your loved ones are buried, you put down a lily."

The father didn't speak, but looked at the boss.

The innkeeper continued: "If there is a burial of your loved ones in that place, he will turn into a bird to greet you. ”

This is the second time Marion has been to this place, and the last time he came was one night more than ten years ago. At that time, a group of Swadians had gathered here to celebrate the funerals of the two dead Northland knights, and Marion still had some impressions of the bright and dark faces in those torches.

It was he who, after the crowd had dispersed, gave a lily to the two strangers who had died in a foreign land, and that hundred became the belief that the veterans had survived all the difficulties for many years to come. The last time this hill Marion had sneaked up on the moonlight and the earth was dark, but this time, Marion had come on a sunny spring day. However, Marion felt that today was even more cramped than the night more than ten years ago.

Because at this moment, Marion felt infinite guilt, and he himself knew best how the father of the young man next to him had died. But he couldn't say a word, he could only lead the group up the hill slowly. Over the years, a lot has changed here, farmers have started to grow crops here, and the place where people's livelihood once withered is now rediscovering the tranquility of small bridges and flowing water. Along the way, some shepherds who had come down from the mountains walked slowly past the group, paying no attention to them. The whole land is immersed in the quiet of spring.

At this time, a large low-lying swamp appeared in front of them. Marion remembers that more than ten years ago, the swamp was surrounded by wild lilies, and when the crowd dispersed that night, Marion quietly came here to pick a lily and present it to the two knights. But now that it has been exploited, the wild lilies are no longer to be found, and only the newly cultivated farmland remains, and the crops in the acres are thriving.

Marion paused, gasping softly, and he made an eyebrow with his right hand to meet the sunlight, and looked around. "Much has changed, gentlemen. The mountains used to be full of wild lilies, but now they have all been eradicated. We'll have to look and see if we can find the locust grove I told you about, and I remember it was said that the Swadias buried a few knights there. ”