In the dimly lit dungeon, the white-haired old man was lying on the wall, blocking the only source of light.

Outside the small window, the moon is like water, and it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon, think about it carefully, since the sheep boy left home alone in the army, the two elders have never had a reunion of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Originally, I thought that this time I would take Shi Lan to the most lively Xixian Residence in the city to have a hearty meal, after all, I have saved a lot of silver in the General's Mansion for a year, and it will not affect me to spend a little, and the family will be happy.

It's just that the sky is not satisfactory.

The old woodcutter sighed, and recalled the sad things again, but he couldn't find half a tear, people are rare in seventy years, and at his age, he should see what should be seen and put down, he has a number in his heart, and there are only two children left that he can't let go

Finish. But now that he is in prison, he has no choice but to let go of what he can't let go.

The old woodcutter coughed a few times, and suddenly heard footsteps echoing in the empty cell from far and near.

The footsteps are very rhythmic, and it is a calm rhythm that a person has cultivated after decades of calm and calm.

The old woodcutter turned around, and the moonlight fell again through the small window, only to be quickly shattered by the flickering light of the fire.

"General, how is my daughter?"

The person who came was the old man in fancy clothes in the morning, the highest position in the general's mansion.

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The old man looked at the old woodcutter's prison uniform, shook his head and sighed: "It ran away." ”

"Ran away? That's good, that's good. The old woodcutter was loose and sat on the ground, a little rickety.

The old man was not too dirty, so he sat down together, put the lantern and the food box in his hand aside, took out a jar of wine and a few dishes from the food box, poured the wine on it, and then said, "How is it, can you still drink it?" ”

"I haven't drunk in a long time, and I want to get drunk today."

"Okay, let's get drunk today."

Clink glasses and drink it all.

"Wine can't work, it must be some little cub who asked his subordinates to mix it with water." The old man shook his head and said as he poured wine, "Old Joe, we haven't drunk together for twenty-one years. Think about it, it was Chinese New Year's Eve, when you were drunk in the mansion, and when you went back, your son was kicked out with a stick as a gangster, and there was a big joke at that time, and you said that you would never drink again. ”

"We're old, I can't remember a lot of things clearly, and the general said how much it is." The old woodcutter couldn't wait to pick up the wine bowl and drink it all in one gulp, wanting to exhale the depression in his chest, but in exchange for a continuous cough.

"Drink slowly, there is wine, and if it is not enough, let people take it. Your word 'we' is used well, and it still tastes like it was back then, it is pleasant to listen to, and it is worth drinking another bowl. ”

"Drink!"

"I heard that you shouted at the city gate, 'Qiao Tianer, the old soldier of the Tiger Roaring Battalion, is here, who dares to fight' to scare off three thousand armor soldiers, good! The Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest is still there, and I have to drink it again with a knife to fight three thousand. ”

"Drink!"

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I didn't eat much food, but a jar of wine quickly bottomed out, and the raw material of decades was gone.

"Heh, people are old, the amount of alcohol is also poor, and the wine mixed with so much water can get drunk, heh, it's not long, it's not long." The old man staggered down the bowl, and it took several times to clamp the vegetables.

"Come, eat the vegetables, eat the vegetables."

The old man handed over the vegetables, and the old woodcutter hurriedly picked up the bowl and took it.

"General, when did you have a lot of alcohol, you were still known to be not drunk with a thousand cups, but on the night of the first celebration banquet, six glasses were poured! Ahaha, the wine is not good, when you are drunk, you are going to cut people with a knife, the brothers are afraid, and you really don't dare to give you a drink without water in the wine, ho, so I really gave you a thousand cups of drink later. ”

"Sensei tell me that a thousand cups are not drunk, you little cubs don't have any good things, I said it was so uncomfortable at the time, I peed dozens of times a night, and I drank all the water."

"That's half a jar of wine."

"Huh? You still mentioned? The old man immediately put on an angry look.

"Don't mention it, don't mention it, eat vegetables."

The old woodcutter waved his hand, and hurriedly poured out the last half bowl of wine after eating the bowl of Chinese food, and when he looked down, he happened to see the wrinkled face reflected in the wine, like the bark of an old tree, cutting the young Wu Yong into pieces, leaving only the dying torso.

This is "the twilight of heroes, and there is no white head in the world".

The old woodcutter drank it all, couldn't help coughing again, and then looked up at the old man sitting opposite: "General, I saw the old brothers back then, they are still so young, just like when they first went to the battlefield, they laughed so stupidly, a group of melon babies, hahaha." Well, it won't be long before I go to see them. ”

The old man was silent, and suddenly took the chopsticks and tapped lightly on the bowl, clanging, without the grandeur of the drum, but it still made people's hearts stir.

It's marching drums!

The sound was like thunder for nine days, and a hundred battles never retreated half a foot. The yellow sand is stained with blood, and the strong man can block the fall of thousands of troops.

With a call, all the armies are out, and the injustice of the world is leveled, but how many good men come and go in this drum? Ignorance. I only know that this green mountain is full of loyal bones.

The old woodcutter closed his eyes, his clenched left fist shook up and down, as if he had returned to the battlefield where the drums had sounded all over the world, and he and his brothers continued to shake the ground with their spears to the sound of the drums, only to wait for the last hammer to fall, and then charged.

Bite. Nothing happened in the dimly lit cell, except for two old men who sat still.

"Gone." Outside the cell, the old man got up, flicked the dust off his clothes, picked up the lantern and walked out, just a few steps, and stopped for a while, "When the time comes, whoever of us will go first, we will wait, and there will be a companion on the road." ”

After saying that, he left straight away.

Then, a jailer came in and opened the door.

"My lord said, you can leave on your own, but A has to stay, and the knife can be taken away."

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Early in the morning, an ox cart carrying two coffins stopped at the foot of Dalin Mountain.

The villagers who got up early came to watch, and after learning about the situation, they only sighed a few words, and then turned around and went to work on the farm.

This generation has gone through the era of war and has long been accustomed to life and death.

After a short time, the old woodcutter invited a strong man from the village to carry the two coffins up the mountain.

One is filled with Zhang Qingye, who left the day before yesterday, and the other is reserved for the old woodcutter himself.

Since yesterday after falling from the city tower, the old woodcutter often coughed, thinking that it was an internal injury from the concussion, and the old woodcutter who knew that his time was running out simply bought an extra coffin, so as not to bother the villagers under the mountain after death.

There is no scenic burial, just a simple digging of a pit and burial.

The place is on a sunny slope not far from the cabin, and it is rarely visited here, but it is a very special place for the second elder, and they have decided to be buried here together after their death long before Shi Lan arrived.

After sending away the crowd with dozens of copper coins, the old woodcutter sat alone beside the new grave, looking at the sky, carrying a wine gourd and occasionally taking a few sips, and muttering a few words in a low voice from time to time.

This sat all day, until the sun sank and the red glow filled the sky, and the old woodcutter seemed to be satisfied, and gently patted the wooden card.

"Old woman, I'll go back first, and I'll come back tomorrow. I don't know how long I can live, how many days can I live, I will burn more paper money for you, you have to save it for me, don't go over there and continue to live this bitter cold day. Hey, I don't know if I can wait until the melon baby comes back. ”

The old woodcutter walked slowly down the hill with his body bent over, and soon returned to the dilapidated cabin.

I haven't been back for more than a year, and the cabin is still the same, not to mention the homeless, not even the spiders.

The old woodcutter patted the coffin parked next to the door, pushed the door and went straight out, and a puff of dust rushed in his face.

The old woodcutter was waving his hand and coughing, and was thinking about where to start cleaning the wooden house, when he suddenly heard a noise in the kitchen, and his heart was suddenly touched, and he ran to the kitchen in three steps and two steps.

In the corner of the kitchen where the firewood was stacked was a little man in tattered clothes and covered in mud, who hid his face under the straw hat, and his little eyes poked out of the broken hole in the straw hat, and when he saw the visitor, he jumped up with joy.

"Grandpa."

"Huh." The old woodcutter's eyes were red, and he slowly moved to Shi Lan's side, his trembling hand wanted to reach over but didn't dare to touch it. The five feather arrows were still pierced on Shi Lan's body, and although there was no blood, they were still shocking.

"Does it hurt?"

"Shi Lan doesn't hurt."

The old woodcutter remembered that Shi Lan was a monster, and demons and humans were different, so of course it wouldn't hurt.

But he would, after countless battles, countless times with a bow and arrows, and a few arrows himself, but he had never felt so painful when the feather arrow pierced into his body as he did now.

"Shi Lan, don't be afraid, Grandpa will help you take out the arrow."

The old woodcutter fought in his early years, and suffered countless knife wounds and arrow wounds, which was easy to deal with, but the hand holding the knife trembled and could not be knifed.

Shi Lan felt the old woodcutter's unhappy mood, which was fear. The eldest lady said that there are many kinds of fear, and worry is one of them...... When you are worried about yourself, you should comfort yourself.

"Grandpa, Shi Lan is not afraid of pain."

As he spoke, Shi Lan poked the severed arrow shaft with his hand, as if he had used too much force, and pressed the arrow shaft into it for a few more points, which frightened the old woodcutter's hand and the knife fell to the ground.

"Don't, Shi Lan, don't be like this, Grandpa can't stand your fright."

"Oh."

When the old woodcutter squatted down to pick up the knife, Shi Lan reached out and touched the old woodcutter's head, just like the eldest lady stroked her.

At this moment, the old woodcutter's trembling body calmed down, all the panic, worry, excitement and other emotions were smoothed out, the lowered head did not rise, and a few tears fell and mixed into the dust.

The old woodcutter carefully plunged the knife into the wound, and the feeling of the knife entering the flesh was very familiar to him, but there was not a trace of blood.

Although he had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but marvel when he saw this scene.

When he was young and still in the war, he also heard the old people in the village tell many stories of fairies and monsters, and the old woodcutter was happy when he thought of it, but he didn't expect to really meet him, and he was also adopted as a daughter. Coincidence or not?

If the old woman knew, she would be so happy that she couldn't sleep.

In this life, there are not many people who are cherished by the old woodcutter, except for the dead brothers in the Tiger Roar Camp, there are only Zhang Qingye who has been with him for more than 20 years, Qiao Yang, a son who has run away from home and joined the army for five years at the age of sixteen, and Shi Lan, a righteous daughter who has been adopted by chance in the mountains for more than a year. Now there are only two left in my heart......

The temper of the melon baby, if you don't mix up, you won't come back, if you can't wait, you won't wait, the person is not small, since you can go out and mix by yourself, you are not afraid of living alone, and when Shi Lan is settled, you can almost leave.

The old woodcutter thought about his thoughts, but the work at hand was not delayed, he skillfully picked out the arrows, jingled them to the ground, and pruned off the branches that grew one by one.

Finally, looking at the dark and oozing wound, the old woodcutter did not know what to do.

"Is this really okay? Shi Lan, will you heal on your own? ”

"It's okay, Shi Lan was burned by them, and he was also bitten by a puppy, and he will be fine soon."

"Hey, that's it, it's okay, go change your clothes, Grandpa will make food for Shi Lan."