The city gate of Chaotian Pass was opened, and all four gates were opened, and the news quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys of the pass with lightning speed. When Chen Xun and the four of them finished packing up and came to the south gate of the city, there was already a crowded queue here.

Looking at it, the people are all dragging their families with their mouths, and even more so leading horses and donkeys, covering and bedding together. From a distance, it looks like a large area of black pressure is like fleeing out of the city.

The city gate opened suddenly, and Chen Xun and the four of them decided to talk about everything before they had time to discuss it carefully. Following the surging flow of people, they moved forward step by step, and the four of them were speechless all the way. The soldiers guarding the city under the city gate have strict military discipline, do not squint, and let the people in front of them go out.

In the northwest of early spring, it is not as good as the south of the Yangtze River, where you can see the scenery of old trees budding and new flowers budding everywhere. In the northwest, even the spring day seems to be a little more desolate than in the south.

After everyone got out, although the feeling of not having the rest of their lives after the catastrophe was so exaggerated, they were really relieved. In Chaotian Pass, although the grassland people can still remain calm after entering the pass, but under such calm, it always gives people a strange feeling of being extremely nervous in secret. If the steppe people did something in secret, it would not be true. After all, the grassland people have been in the customs for half a month, and they have never heard of a family being poisoned. Strange to say, even the fights and brawls on weekdays seem to have decreased a lot in the past half month. But perhaps it was because they didn't do anything that the people in the gate felt more and more unstable, because it was like the calm before the storm. Perhaps, in the words of some storytellers, this is about the peace of some people before they lose their minds?

But this time, the people in the pass obviously mistook the grassland people. After half a month of peace and quiet, who would have thought that the steppe people would really open the city gate and let them leave. And did not do the slightest obstruction, even the gold and silver in the hands of each household did not ask for a cent.

Many people looked back, Chaotian Pass was still majestic, standing quietly in the sunset. If you don't open your eyes and take a closer look at the guards at the city gate, you will still think that this is still the Chaotian Pass in Daxing.

Chen Xun and the four of them finally got out of the city, and after the four of them walked to the city gate a hundred zhang away, they were about to get on their horses and gallop, but suddenly they saw everyone gathered in front of them, shouting everywhere. Seeing that the road was uneven, he drew a knife to help, and the eighth Liao Chonghai stepped forward alone. It's just that he was not able to act chivalrous as he expected, it turned out to be just a farce of father and son.

In the middle of the crowd surrounded by everyone, an old man with gray hair and more than a sixtieth birthday was grabbing the sleeve of the young man on the side, and the young man was embarrassed in place, constantly apologizing to the people around him. Behind the young man, the curtain of a carriage had been lifted, and in it sat a woman and a child of about five or six years old. The woman, who was older in the middle grade, was whimpering incessantly.

The gray-haired old man sighed and sighed, opened his mouth several times, and seemed to swallow the words again. After a long time, the old woman's whimper in the carriage was as strong as a loud sound, and the old man seemed to have made up his mind. "Son, why don't you take them with you. Your father and your mother are too old to walk. ”

The old man wiped the corners of his eyes, "Your father and I have been selling steamed buns with your mother for a lifetime in Chaotianguan, your grandfather and your grandmother have also stayed here for a lifetime, and then up, your grandfather and grandfather have also stayed here for a lifetime." ”

The old man put down the sleeves of the young man and looked at the old woman in the car, "We are two years old, even if this old bone has gone away, we will still think about this place, read here, because of our roots... Here, in this chaotian."

The young man's expression was sad, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red, "Dad, the child also wants to live in this Chaotian Pass for generations." But if you look at the current situation, the grassland people are coming, and when the time comes, what can we do when the war starts? Huan'er is still so young, I can't find a good place for him."

The old man's expression couldn't hide his excitement, "What's wrong with the grassland people coming, the grassland people don't eat steamed buns?" Speaking of this, the old man seemed to be firm in his thoughts, "You go, I'll go back with your mother." The remaining cage drawers used in the courtyard yesterday have not been put in order, and your mother and I have to go back to pick them up. ”

The young man was in a dilemma, and couldn't help but shout "Dad..."

"Old woman, come down, let's go back." The old man walked up to the carriage and yelled inside. After the old woman got out of the car, the old man grabbed the old woman's hand and walked slowly towards the gate, "What's wrong with the prairie people?" The grassland people are also raised by their fathers and mothers, and they also have to eat steamed buns. Besides, the steppe people have been here for half a month, and they haven't seen anything. ”

When the young man saw that the persuasion was fruitless, he looked at his daughter-in-law in the carriage. The young woman's eyes were also slightly red, "The head of the house, my father and mother are old and can't walk." Let them be."

"But—" The young man was about to say something more, and the child in the young woman's arms cried timidly, "Daddy..."

The young man sighed "sigh".

"Boss, let's go back together. My mother's health is not good, how can I do it without personal care? The young woman wiped her tears, she was probably an empathetic woman, and she knew that her man was in a dilemma at this time, "They all say that the prairie people are fierce and evil, but in the past few days, I haven't seen them do anything hurtful, and now they let us out of the city..."

The young man was still looking at the back of his parents who were gradually coming out of the crowd, and then at the child in the woman's eyes, hesitating.

"In charge, my woman is not sensible. But since the steppe people are not doing well, let's go back. After all, this is our home," said the woman, and she couldn't help but cry.

At this time, someone next to him finally gradually spoke, "Young man, go back, filial piety comes first." Some people also said, "Your lady is right, there is your home in this Chaotian Pass." ”

At first, only one or two people had such words, and within half a moment, everyone around the young man persuaded them like this. So the young man gritted his teeth, drove the carriage back, and chased after his parents in the gate.

When the young man's family walked away, the crowd had not dispersed. Everyone chewed the words of the Fang Cai family, no matter how far they went south, this Chaotian Pass was the place where their ancestors had left their roots for generations, and it was the place where their family was.

Whoever doesn't have high-ranking parents, who doesn't have uncles and brothers. If all of these can be discarded and left, then what does it mean to live in the world?

So, the people who lined up for half an hour and left the city for an hour were only threes and threes at first, and then they turned back in groups and walked towards the pass.

Chen Xun and the four of them turned their horses to the south slowly, watching the sunset in the spring finally set, the sky finally darkened, and the wind turned off towards the sky.

The wind, coming from the steppe...