The soldier dies for the confidant, and the woman is the one who pleases herself. It is said that Maxima often exists, but Bole does not often have it, and sometimes it can only be a rag that covers the gold and shines.

In the Northern Yan Army, there has always been a saying that if you don't raise your account, you are all brothers, and if you raise your account, you don't have brothers.

In the past, Shen Yue often sat on the deserted border line with his big and small soldiers, eating and sleeping in the open, and it seemed that he had to rush to the front line in every battle.

Beiyan's family business is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more soldiers, so Shen Yue can't sleep in whatever camp he wants to sleep in as before.

But this special military discipline has been handed down, and until now, there are still voices from time to time that superiors and subordinates are playing and scolding each other.

The Northern Yan Army will only be close to the strict distinction between superiors and subordinates when the tent is promoted, and if it says a word more in the big tent, it may be hit by dozens of big boards.

It's just that these military things, the widow Yao doesn't know a lot, it turns out that she never asks about these family and country affairs, and in Yao's eyes, there are only two people who are her big things.

The first is her old wife Chen Cripple who is paralyzed in bed, and the second is her little fifth son who has just joined the army.

Since Xiao Wuzi defected to the army, Yao's life has slowly shifted from the area around his alley to the storyteller on the overpass.

Yao's Douda doesn't know a single character, and he usually lives on the old wife who lies in bed all the year round by sewing and mending for others. Fortunately, his son Xiao Wuzi is angry, and I heard that he became a gatekeeper, and now he is guarding the border gate for the Beiyan Palace.

Whenever Xiao Wuzi is mentioned, Yao always feels that his perennial bent back is inexplicably straightened a little.

There are five partial cities outside Shengping City, which are often used for the purpose of gathering food for the troops. Among them, the North Outer City is the farthest away from Shengping City, and it is estimated that it is twenty or thirty miles away. The water source is abundant and the soil is fertile, so there are many vegetable sellers living here.

Caiyuan Hutong is the most remote alley in the northern outer city, and more than 100 families live in it.

Every dusk, there will always be some big girls, little daughters-in-law, old mothers and grandmothers get together, take advantage of the cool to wash clothes, women get together and always talk about it, whose girl is looking for relatives, whose son is making a fortune in trading.

Since Yao went to the overpass every afternoon, he had to go home to make up for the unfinished work, and over time, he didn't often join each other with these women.

"Yo, Aunt Yao, I'm going to listen to the book on the overpass again." An old woman looked at Yao Shi who was carrying a basket and said kindly.

Yao's originally lowered head instantly raised and showed a little smile to show respect.

"Aunt Yao, the people from the tailor shop have spoken in the afternoon, the construction period must be advanced, and the work received by your family will be handed over tomorrow." A little daughter-in-law gently lifted her bangs with her hand stained with river water and said.

"Got it, it's almost over, and I'll be able to hand it in on time tomorrow." Yao's mouth should be harmonious, but his steps are a little faster.

After Yao left, the remaining seven or eight women began to chew on the root of their tongues.

An elderly grandmother said with a look of disbelief: "What is almost over, I went to her house today to change the climbing plow, and I found that she has not started to do those jobs yet." ”

"Yes, a woman's family, she goes to the flyover every day to listen to books, what is there to hear about those wars."

"Two days ago, I saw Sister Yao find a Langzhong, I haven't seen Brother Chen get out of bed since the beginning of spring this year, I guess it's just a matter of the past few days, is it that Yao has thought of a way back for himself?"

They all talk as roadblocks, and their clothes are mad hair. As soon as this sentence came out, everyone present began to make a small calculation in their hearts.

There are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, and no one wants to say such things again.

The river slowly washed away the noisy sound just now, and after a while, a girl lifted the wooden basin in her hand and said, "Auntie, sister, my work is over, I will go home first." ”

The girl's name is Xiao Xing, and in this kind of place, the girl's name is always a little casual, because there is an apricot tree in the house, so she chooses a name at random.

Although the name is taken casually, Xiao Xing's appearance is not casual, with big eyes and a high nose bridge, even among the big ladies in Shengping City, it is not ordinary.

After seeing Xiao Xing leave, the eldest lady just now sighed and said, "It's a pity that Xiao Xing, this child, has come to the door to propose marriage a few days ago." But I listened to her mother's meaning, Xiaoxing was still a little reluctant. ”

Of course, there is a reason why Xiao Xing is unwilling, Xiao Xing and Xiao Wuzi have known each other since childhood, and they all say that childhood sweethearts, the feelings of the two little guesses are the simplest, but Xiao Wuzi only thinks about protecting his family and defending the country every day, and he is bright and bright. has not expressed her position on Xiao Xing's feelings, and poor Xiao Xing has kept the secret in her heart for several years.

Lao Chen was not originally from Beiyan, but later married the local Yao family and became the son-in-law of the Yao family, which can be regarded as taking root.

Yao didn't know a few typing, but he was very virtuous in his heart, and he didn't let the Chen family break off.

These old Chen have been doing some local business of buying and selling vegetables, always buying and selling fairly, and has never made any money without conscience, but after a heavy rain, he can't get out of bed and walk.

I have also found a few Langzhong, all of whom said that it was an old disease, and if they could explain the origin of the old disease and prescribe the right medicine, they might be able to pick up a life.

It was a good thing, but Lao Chen always didn't dare to admit it whenever he mentioned these things, and he missed the best opportunity when he came and went.

Fortunately, there is Yao's intimate care, and he has always been mixed for a few years, but it is a pity that since the spring, Lao Chen's legs have become worse and worse, and sometimes he even struggles to get off the kang.

It was only the middle of the month, and the monthly money of the tailor's shop had not yet been opened, so Yao gave Lao Chen a few copper plates and asked him to call the wine merchants to make a pot or two of wine to satisfy his hunger, but Lao Chen always felt that he was not happy, and whenever a wine seller with a burden passed by, Lao Chen's favorite thing to do was to take two deep breaths, smell the aroma of wine, and be considered to be satisfied.

Catching up with today's good weather, Lao Chen, whose legs and feet are not very convenient, also sat on the wooden pier in the yard step by step, and said that the old man always likes to think nonsense in his free time, but what Lao Chen is thinking, no one knows, when he was young, Xiao Wuzi also asked Lao Chen what he was doing.

Lao Chen just replied lightly, raising horses.

At that time, Xiao Wuzi, who was still young, always said that he didn't believe it, and said that he had seen a rusty short knife in Lao Chen's old baggage.

In the end, Xiao Wuzi's result was that he was picked up by Lao Chen and beaten hard, and in the end, under Yao's persuasion, this can be regarded as avoiding the next beating.

After Xiao Wuzi was beaten, Lao Chen told him some things about leading troops to fight, the kind of surging battlefield, those heroes with strong blood, all these things were buried in Xiao Wuzi's heart, and the desire to be a soldier was buried.

Lao Chen tilted his head, and his weather-beaten face seemed to have a kind of scenery back then.

The peachwood cane in his hand was close to Lao Chen's side, like an old man who was the last alone in the world.

The dilapidated door panel was only opened gently, and there was a creaking sound, and Lao Chen, who had been closing his eyes tightly and not knowing what he was thinking, slowly opened his eyes after hearing the sound.

"Old man, why did you come out?" Yao saw Lao Chen, who was sitting in the courtyard blowing the wind, and hurriedly put down the bamboo basket in his hand.

Lao Chen waved his hand: "Let me blow the wind here for a while." ”

Yao said softly: "Didn't Lang Zhong say it, let you blow less wind." ”

Lao Chen smiled, and his mouth, which was missing a front tooth, was extremely dry: "The wind here is always not enough." ”

Yao didn't refute it, but just hummed and moved the Shu brocade from the bedroom that had not yet been embroidered.

"You've worked hard all these years." Lao Chen suddenly spoke.

Yao, who heard this sentence for the first time, was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and didn't speak, just wiped his hand on his eyes.

"I asked you to drink some wine, why didn't you fight?" Yao Shi choked up and looked at the empty wine gourd next to Lao Chen and said.

"Drink, drink before you get home." Lao Chen squeezed out a smile and said.

Yao Shi took out half a cake from his arms and stuffed it into Lao Chen's hand and said, "It may be too late to cook tonight, you eat alive first." ”

Lao Chen took a bite and said, "Do you miss your son again?" ”

Yao just whispered, in fact, Lao Chen knew very well in his heart that Yao went to the flyover every day just to know something about the war in the storyteller's mouth.

When Xiao Wuzi was at home, he often talked with Yao, but Yao couldn't understand a word, and was always laughed at by Xiao Wuzi.

Later, the fifth son joined the army, and whenever Yao missed his son, he would always walk more than ten miles to the overpass to listen to those stories about the war.

Yao always thought that when the little fifth son could come back one day, he could also communicate with his son in more ways.

Yao is illiterate and can't reason, but he always feels that his own son must be in the story in the storyteller's mouth.

The wind is invisible, but there is a sound.

The old couple didn't get up until it was dark.

At the moment when Yao closed the door, there was a sound of footsteps outside the alley.

The voice is low and the steps are steady.

"Mother."

A mother broke the silence of the night, and easily broke the last line of defense of the strong woman who had been strong for half her life.

"Little... Five sons? ”

Yao looked desperately into the alley with cloudy eyes.

"Mother, the little five sons are back."

The young man who had been away from home for three years replied to Yao's question affirmatively.

Without too much excitement and no crying hugs, Xiao Wuzi just took Yao's hands that looked like withered hands and slowly returned to the place where he was haunted by his dreams.

"Dad, the little five sons are back."