Chapter 124: Going Home

If anyone had been paying attention, they would have seen a nervous look in the emperor's eyes. ()

As the crowd began to buzz in praise of Wright, the Emperor beckoned to one of the servants on the side, with some trepidation, and motioned for a drink. The servant immediately brought the emperor his favorite drink. The emperor subconsciously took it, took the quilt in his hand and looked at it for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, and showed an expression of disgust.

The Emperor shook his head and handed the glass back.

The banquet continued.

Wright whispered beside his grandfather, his expression very earnest, and grandfather listened patiently, occasionally nodding his head.

Grandfather seemed to think that the banquet was too hot, and he felt that sweat was pouring out of his body. Grandfather thought it was strange and touched his forehead with his fingers, and to his surprise, he was already covered in cold sweat.

This feeling my grandfather had never experienced, and a kind of panic for no reason made my grandfather almost unable to stand firm. In a trance, he felt as if his voice had been drained, and what Wright said in front of him seemed to be muttering to someone across the street when it was raining.

"Sir?" Wright noticed his grandfather's anomaly.

Wright was explaining his actions to my grandfather and reassuring him that he hadn't hurt my father, and Wright told him that if he could do something in the future, the rest of my family would be okay.

Grandfather wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and didn't seem to be listening intently to Wright's words.

Wright understood this action as his grandfather's impatience and disgust with him, which made Wright somewhat disappointed, and although he was mentally prepared, he still came with the hope of understanding.

Wright stood awkwardly for a moment, then said stiffly, "Uh" ''Sir, I need to go see the guests over there.'' ”

Unexpectedly, this sentence did not get a response from grandfather, and grandfather's behavior was almost rude, Wright nodded and left on his own.

My grandfather stood alone in the crowd, feeling the sound of the crowd drifting around him. At first, my grandfather understood this change as a stimulus from alcohol, but soon he decided that it was not the effect of alcoholic beverages. That feeling is like longing to sleep--- my perception of the outside world is involuntarily declining.

Grandfather tried to restrain his desire to sleep, as if a sailor was desperately trying to scoop the water out of a leaky boat, but only to find more and more water in despair.

Finally, in the midst of a loud cheer, the grandfather was awakened: a group of people began to chant a song to bless the newlyweds, "Look at her, O moon, go slowly".

Many years ago, at my grandfather's wedding, people sang this song. At that time, Sumi was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Grandfather remembered that at his wedding, the hostess smiled pale and happy, the old butler craned his neck and coughed, and the servants chatted around the campfire. It's been so long, there was no my father and no mother at that time. At that time, the world was still new, and there were so many gaps that no one had to fill, and at that time, my grandfather thought that he could live in the valley for the rest of his life.

Grandfather shook his head and walked over to a chair to the side. Strangely, my grandfather felt that the discomfort he had just felt had disappeared, and he could now hear every subtle sound very clearly.

Grandfather's thoughts quickened, and countless memories flooded into his heart.

By the white stone bridge, Sumi's grandmother played barefoot, the hem of her beige dress sticking to the mud, and her grandfather rode a gentle lame horse into the valley.

The sky is bright and the flowers are fragrant.

The horse's hooves trampled through the wild strawberries like blood flowing from the earth. The birds puffed up their feathers and sang like clouds that emitted music. My grandfather knew that if he galloped to the left of the road and broke into the neglected fields, he would see flocks of stealing birds being taken into the sky.

Grandfather wondered why he suddenly remembered so many things, and there seemed to be nothing strange around him now, but he felt a powerful touch.

When I really started to move, my grandfather realized that it was not so easy. Even the balance became a little difficult to master, and the grandfather staggered to a chair to the side. But a lord with a wine glass and his young wife in his arms sat down before his grandfather, who was already dazed with alcohol.

Grandfather paused to catch his breath, then turned to the corner of the banquet, where there was a row of benches for the servants to rest.

Thoughts began to pour into my grandfather's consciousness again, and began to diffuse.

What will be the fate of my father and me? What will be the fate of the valley? What will be the fate of his beloved grandmother, Sumi?

Many years ago, my grandfather had poured the sun into the dead valley, and now the valley was cloudy, but my grandfather could not do anything about it.

This is the throes before the new era was born.

The grandfather lowered his head and smiled, how far away his son's dream was, how difficult the road was, and he was afraid that an old man would not be able to keep up with this pace.

However, there will always be some people in the world who will tirelessly pursue those distant dreams.

For example, those pioneers who suffered a lot in order to revive Zenda, such as those who died in batches for the establishment of the country, there is no shortage of such people in the world, and it is precisely because of these people that it is possible to change for the better.

A chest tightness hit him, and my grandfather began to cough. It was too fast, and my grandfather sighed again that he couldn't keep up.

"Moon, you walk slowly"

Grandfather wanted to sing along, but he couldn't sing when he opened his mouth, his head began to dizzy, and his throat began to be salty.

At this time, three people came over anxiously.

The three men inquired about something from one of the servants who were in charge of the guests at the banquet, who looked left and right and shrugged his shoulders to show that he did not know. The three men continued to search, and finally, one of them pointed to the corner of the banquet and covered his mouth and cried.

The three men walked over quickly and walked up to the grandfather: this was the old Pianwen and the tax collector and his wife.

"Sir, sir?" The tax collector's wife called anxiously, with tears in her voice, apparently she knew something.

Grandfather lowered his head, his gray-haired head almost hanging down to his knees, muttering something to himself.

The tax collector felt that he could not afford to delay, so he shook his grandfather's shoulder, trying to keep his grandfather focused. Grandfather looked up and looked at the tax collector with some blankness.

"Sir?" The tax collector followed his wife's words and asked again.

Grandfather squinted his eyes and tried to think about something, then his eyes lit up, "Yes, yes" Grandfather nodded, indicating that he had heard the call.

The tax collector looked left and right, leaned down slightly, and pretended to help his grandfather up. At this time, the tax collector whispered in his grandfather's ear, "Didn't you receive my letter?" ”

Grandfather froze, "Letter? ”。

If anything, there was a letter from the tax collector inviting my grandfather to a wedding. But listening to the tax officer's tone, he definitely didn't mean the letter.

The words of the tax collector at this time were enough to make my grandfather understand the seriousness of the matter.

Without warning, my grandfather felt a weakness, and he turned his head to look at the tax collector, his eyes full of doubt. The tax collector's wife screamed again, and she saw a stream of blood running down her grandfather's nose.

At this time, my grandfather suddenly understood, and he understood the meaning of this banquet. The letter signed by the tax collector was undoubtedly forged, and it told my grandfather that he would be able to clear his name if he came to the wedding.

Suddenly, the emperor's hesitation, the deliberately arranged toast, the constant surveillance of the White Pigeon Valley, and the sudden severance of contact with the tax collector's family were all connected for a while. Instead of forgiving the betrayal of the White Dove Valley, the emperor was ready to get rid of the traitors of the White Dove Valley at any time. Perhaps my grandfather had thought further and learned that by the terrible punishment of the White Dove Valley, the Emperor would be able to hold Wright and the others who surrendered tightly in his own hands.

Grandfather had already understood that there must be something wrong with the glass of wine just now, and for a while grandfather even wanted to vomit the contents of his stomach, but when he thought about it again, grandfather did not do it: since the emperor has already moved to kill, since this conspiracy has been planned for so long, even if he does not drink this glass of wine, his life is difficult to guarantee.

After realizing this, my grandfather was stunned for a moment, he never thought that he would fall into this situation.

The tax officer and the old Bi Anwen looked at their grandfather silently, and the tax officer's wife was already crying in a low voice.

It's not a matter of the emperor forgiving or not forgiving the Valley of the White Dove, it's a battle between two eras that are incompatible, and there is no place for coexistence in between, at least in Haraus's heart. White Dove Valley wants to hide between the battles and live his life in peace, but now it seems like an unrealistic dream.

Through the crowd, my grandfather looked at Emperor Haraus, who was sitting on the throne, behind whom the attendants held a guard of honour symbolizing fairness and justice, and the emperor himself wore a crown that symbolized 'eternal rule', and the emperor sat on the top of the crowd, looking at the joyous crowd like a heavenly father.

It was too late, and I had already drunk the wine.

Grandfather withered, he was tired, discouraged, and wanted to sit down.

A pair of feet appeared in front of my grandfather's eyes, and my grandfather slowly looked up to see --- it was a goblin.

Grandfather looked at the goblin with fear written in his eyes.

"Is that prophecy true? ''Oh my God, is it true?'' ”

The goblin's face was full of pity, and he looked at the tax collector, his eyes full of accusatory doubts.

The tax collector sighed at the goblin, "I did as you were told, but he didn't get the letter." ”

Just a few days ago, the goblin suddenly learned terrible news from his wife. At that time, due to the relationship of the goblin's wife, he could not get out of Suno, and he could only go to inform the tax officer, but now it seems that the tax officer has also failed--- grandfather has obviously fulfilled the warning of the goblin wife.

The goblin was speechless, "I'''"

The grandfather was still muttering to himself, "Oh my God, this", "My children"

The goblin crouched down and said, "Sir, I already know where your children are, they are in danger now. I promise you, I'll get them out of the border safely. ”

Grandfather looked at the goblin in despair, lowered his head and thought about it, and suddenly, grandfather was shocked by something, "No, you can't go to them, you can't go to them"

The surrounding lords were already alarmed by the situation here, and people didn't know what was going on here, and one or two people came over and screamed when they saw my grandfather with a bloody nose.

The goblins didn't know why their grandfather told him not to go to them, maybe his grandfather thought he was an ominous person, there were more and more people, and the goblins knew that if they stayed any longer, they would definitely be discovered, and before the crowd knew it, the goblins had disappeared.

The goblin remembered what Suger had told him: in the town not far from Suno, Arcadio II and his children were hidden. They must be sent out quickly, or they will be in a situation from which they will never recover. The goblin quietly left the wedding scene from a hidden corner of the garden, and the people continued to sing.

It's over.

Grandfather thought.

He must be unwilling, but after thinking about it again, he is calm. In fact, I should have wanted to get this kind of ending from the beginning, caught in the changing times, death is too easy to come. How did things get to where they are today? Maybe it was predestined from the beginning, from the moment he walked into the valley, from the time he left Rhodoc, from the time he went further, it was all predestined?

Could that prophecy called Sabel really be the fate of his own family?

Now that I have been hit hard at the wedding, will I really die at the wedding? Will little Timmy and his father really have such a tragic end?

Discouraged, a strong desire to sleep came to my grandfather.

Is it all over?

No, it's not over yet.

Grandfather woke up.

Destiny is in the hands of people.

Grandfather knew that his life was running out, but he couldn't die at the wedding, he had to go home.

Grandfather struggled to his feet.

"Sir." Old Bi Anwen's tone trembled a little.

"Back to the Valley of the White Pigeon." Grandfather commanded.

Soon, the crowd at the wedding feast began to whisper about the early departure of a lord, some said that the lord's face was covered in blood, and the people said in an exaggerated and meaningful tone: "Oh my God, he only drank Wright's toast tonight."

The discussion spread quickly in a cheerful atmosphere, and soon Wright also learned of the news, and he frowned, dismissing the rumor as nonsense. Wright looked at the Emperor, and when he saw that His Majesty was still looking at the crowd with a gentle smile, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suno.

The silence of the night was broken by the sound of kicking horses' hooves and the sound of rolling wheels.

From a side gate, the tax collector opened the gate with a bag of dinars, and my grandfather's lonely carriage fled from the moonlit city of Suno.

The cold wind was blowing in Suno at night, spring had arrived, and the night was still very wet and cold.

Grandfather was already feeling a little chilly, and he wrapped himself in a blanket and leaned against the corner of the carriage. He's going home, where someone is waiting for him.

The bugs on the side of the road chirped, becoming louder as the carriage whizzed past.

The craters that had sunk into the road were filled with rainwater that had fallen not long ago, and in each puddle was a moon in the sky, and a thousand moons quietly dotted the road, illuminating a way home for the lord on the other side of the mountain.

The horses' hooves ran over, the moon shattered in puddles, and the sound of carriages faded away.

The dark plains fell silent again, and soon the sound of insects filled with them again.

Grandfather's mind remembered less and less, and the poison had begun to mess up his grandfather's memories, and successive memories became disconnected fragments, and later only some glittering fragments and some familiar faces remained in the memory.

The complicated thoughts gradually brightened and singled: go home

I don't even have time to write a will, I don't even have time to see my children again, and I don't even know if I can see the sunset the next day.

Grandfather was so pressed for time that he could only do one thing, and that was to go home: to the spring, to the grain, to the sheep.

Also, go back to Sumi.

"Sumi''", the grandfather muttered.

If you can, Sumi, you'll have to wait for me.

The wheels of the carriage sounded rhythmically, monotonously recording the time, recording the grandfather's last time.

Grandpa Bianwen called out to his grandfather uneasily, hoping to hear his grandfather's response, but his grandfather's voice became lower and lower, and the words of response became less and less.

In the endless dark night, Grandpa Bianwen had never felt such fear.

When dawn finally came, Grandpa Bianwen stopped the carriage. He was wheezing, exhausted from the night's journey, but most frustrating of all was that he hadn't heard his grandfather's voice for more than an hour.

The morning light poured down from the distant mountains, like the hair of an angel falling in front of the carriage.

Suddenly, the carriage door opened.

Grandfather pushed open the car door and walked out into the dawn, his figure dyed with the brightest morning light, the bright red light like the last blood that my grandfather flowed.

"Your Excellency!"

"Unload the horse."

"Your Excellency?"

"I''m going to ride into the valley."

Grandfather laughed, like an innocent and happy youth.

My grandfather had heard say, "Follow the creek until you reach the end of the stream, and that is your territory."

The grandfather also knew that a woman named Sumi was standing by the bridge built of white stone, wearing a beige dress whose hem had been stained with mud.

With the help of old Bianwen, the grandfather stepped onto the unsaddled horse with difficulty.

One man and one horse, my grandfather walked into the valley.