"Get out!"

After thinking about it for a long time, she still didn't come up with something to say, and finally just bowed.

"In that case, the younger brother will come to visit in a few days."

Chen Ding has no "a few days" to pass.

This is something that almost the entire eastern three roads know by heart.

His dysentery was getting worse and worse, and he had not been in water for several days, and he could not get up, let alone walk on the ground. The reason why she is still in the team is because the Fan family is the surname on this street, and she always has a few brothers to help the leader, put Chen Ding on the cart, push and walk for one day, and change one person to walk for another day.

With such a short period of time, Chen Ding's temper quickly became more and more irritable and more and more savage.

When he was in Luoyang City, Lu Hangyu, as a neighbor of his family, could often hear the Fan family's lesson to her husband, and Kong Yiji lowered his voice and begged for mercy.

Even if he came back a little slower from the bucket of water, Fan Shi could clean him up mercilessly, this shabby scholar who usually held a little shelf, but paid great attention to decency and politeness, was a "tracheitis", something that almost the whole street knew, and even to the point that everyone didn't even bother to mention it.

…… Although Yang Xi is also afraid of guilt, the young lady is still polite to him, and refuses to raise his face in front of others.

But when Fan's voice lit up, no one could stop it.

Therefore, this Chen Ding, who has irretrievably stepped into death with one foot, this Chen Ding, who is short-tempered and often scolds some foul language, and even sees who scolds whom, this Chen Ding, whose temperament has changed drastically and is almost unfamiliar, has not really provoked any neighbors.

Everyone just thought that he was delirious, and no one wanted to be serious with him.

When Lu Hangyu came out of the tent, he watched Chen Sanlang come back with a basin of clothes from afar.

In addition to the silent Fan family, in addition to taking care of his mother, this child is also busy washing clothes for his father when he camps every day.

Seeing her coming, Chen Sanlang stopped, put down the wooden basin, and bowed respectfully and politely.

…… Probably he really has low emotional intelligence, she thought, she couldn't even think of any words to comfort him.

The night is getting darker.

Dry firewood is becoming more and more difficult to collect, so every family has made a fire, and after eating, they will quickly extinguish the fire, collect the unembered dry firewood, and put it up for tomorrow.

The camp was plunged into darkness early on, with occasional snoring, whispering, and low crying.

But there is no need to make a fuss when you hear the cry, since you left Luoyang, almost every camp, every night, you can hear such crying.

The difference is only that some people cry awakely and some people cry in dreams.

On nights like this, there will also be small animals running over to steal some food and rice to eat.

With her bow on her back, she leaned against the tree, closing her eyes and listening to the sounds around her.

One grass worm made a sound, and the rest slowly began to harmonize in the woods, and there were many sounds of rustling and running in the bushes.

The sound of three drums was heard in the distance, and the grass insects seemed to be silent for a moment.

There was a small but strange sound in the camp.

It seems that some heavy object is slowly dragging on the ground.

Very hard, very careful.

She opened her eyes and climbed out of the tent, and it was Chen Ding who cautiously walked towards the outside of the camp.

He was climbing to the east, but there was a juniper in the east, she still had to be careful when she entered and exited, and if she was not careful, she would tear her clothes, how could Chen Ding climb over in such a state?

“…… Brother Chen? ”

Chen Ding, who was lying on the ground, looked up at her, with a hint of panic in his eyes, and hurriedly waved his hand at her, signaling her not to make a sound.

“…… What are you going to do over there? She asked in a whisper.

He grabbed a handful of dirt with both hands, as if trying to sit up, but finally fell back on the ground.

"Please, help me under the old tree," he gasped, "I have something to do." ”

It's rare that there is neither rain nor dark clouds tonight.

The stars shed a piece of starlight, although dim, but quiet and distant, and when you look at it, you can't forget what night it is, and where it is.

Chen Ding sat under the dead tree, panting hard for a long time, but he couldn't breathe evenly, and finally waved his hand to let her sit down and sit beside him.

"Lu Langjun," he said laboriously, "I am grateful to have been taken care of by you these days. ”

…… It's nothing either.

But even a person with a rough nerve like her heard the ominous meaning in this sentence.

His eyes didn't have much brilliance, but they were much calmer.

is calmer than Chen Ding, who was a little upright in the past and was complained about as "Kong Yiji" by her.

"I'm so disrespectful, but you still don't care about me."

"When I was sick, I was also grumpy." She thought for a moment and said dryly, "It's nothing. ”

Chen Ding shook his head, he sat in the grass, there was silence around him, and his voice became softer and softer.

"I've got something I want to ask you, can I do it?"

Her eyes were a little hot, but she still nodded.

"Brother Chen, please speak."

"My wife has an uncle and brother to take care of, and Langjun loves the neighbor, so I don't have to worry about it.

"These days, she has taken good care of me, and she is much haggard, and I only hope that she will forget about me, a useless person who speaks ill of me.

"It's just that San Lang is young, if he misbehaves in the future, I hope Lang Jun can speak up." He said earnestly, "Don't let him be as ambitious as his father, and do nothing after all." ”

She felt something blocked in her throat and eyes, and she couldn't speak, and it took a while before she spoke.

"I promise you, but Brother Chen is knowledgeable, how can he be called mediocre?"

He blinked slowly and shook his head.

"When I was young, I was determined to serve the country, Kuang Zheng Gangji, when I was old, I just wanted to be famous and rich, and I was ashamed to go out to do things, I never planted a grain of rice, woven a foot of cloth, and never benefited my friends and neighbors.

"Looking back now, nothing has been accomplished in this life."

Chen Ding, who was covered in mud and had messy hair, sat there, as if he was recalling many things in his life, with remorse and guilt on his face, but in the end he sighed and looked at her again.

"Chen Ding is ashamed of his ancestors, and when he begged Lang Jun to bury me, he covered his face with hair, and on the Huangquan Road, I also remembered the five feelings.

"And ......"

His voice grew smaller and smaller, more and more indistinct, so blurred that it was almost inaudible, but those eyes left her face and looked fixedly to the east.

She had to lean into his ear to hear his last sighs and pleadings.

"Ask Lang Jun...... Makes my head turn east...... Leaving Luoyang ...... A little closer......"

Chapter 31

Chen Ding died.

If it was in Luoyang City, he would probably be buried next to his parents on the outskirts of Beijing, and he would be able to enjoy the sacrifices of his children and grandchildren every year.

However, at the foot of Tongguan, everyone was extremely tired, and they didn't have the strength to bid him farewell, or even shed a few more tears for him.

On this long road to Chang'an, death has become numbing with frequency.

Almost everyone loses their loved ones, acquaintances, and old friends, and some of them die a little dignified and are buried in clothes and wrapped in mats;

There are also some people who are not so decent, left in a shallow pit in the woods, and only the orphans and widows sprinkle a handful of soil for him, but they are still passable;

No matter how bad it is, the clothes will be stripped off, and the bones will be discarded on the side of the road or in the water at will.

Therefore, even such a fate is not the most miserable, and there are some people who have no bones and quietly disappear, and I don't know whose belly they enter, at least to give that person a full night.

Therefore, like Chen Ding, not only did he wear clothes and wrap himself in a mat for burial, but his relatives could even make up a piece of linen cloth for Fan and San Lang, and wear linen and filial piety for him, which fell in the eyes of many people, which was simply envious.

In the mist of the forest, some people sang lamentations, and soon some people followed suit.

Who's in Artemisia?

There is no virtuous or foolish soul to gather.

Why is the ghost uncle urging?

Human life must not be less hesitant.

The people passing by were ragged and skinny, some stopped to watch for a while, and some even sang in a low voice.

But more people just glanced numbly, continued to carry the package, and went their own way step by step.

With such a decent funeral, who doesn't boast about his good life?

The sun was rising and the fog was beginning to lift.

Fan took one last look at her husband's grave, her haggard and pale face with a look that no one could understand.

"Let's go," she said, "and it's time to hit the road." ”

After Tongguan, it is close to Chang'an.

When encamping in the evening, Zhang Mian, who had been escorting the government's supplies team, took the time to run back and asked everyone a very important question, but no one had thought about it.

"It's about ten days longer on the road, and then we will arrive in Chang'an." He began, "Have you ever wondered where you will be elected? ”

Everyone looked at each other, living diagonally opposite the door of Salted Fish, and a neighbor who was almost robbed by bandits during the Rebellion of the Ten Standing Servants opened his mouth, "Dong Xiangguo moved us here, isn't it already arranged?" ”

So Zhang Jin's face that had lost a lot of weight because of the bumps in the road, but still looked very round and jade, was wrinkled into a brand-name bun with eighteen folds.

"Xiangguo, he ......," he pondered, "he may ...... Maybe it's a good day...... He ......"

Everyone was still a little stunned and stared at Zhang Jin, and finally Li Er was the first to react.

"The millions of people in Luoyang were all moved to Chang'an by him, and he didn't have any plans?"

The cautious Zhang subordinate had never answered such a dangerous question, but he used that bun face to Li Er and nodded wordlessly, and everyone understood in an instant.

"And where do the ministers live?"

"The nobles naturally have some arrangements, how can we compare with them?"

"If that's the case, won't we end up on the streets?"