() How much do you know about the flowers in your dreams, how many ups and downs, how many sorrows?

This life of coming and going is like an ethereal dream, the tender time is too real, and it is more and more difficult to let go when you are separated.

The rain in the desert came and went quickly and scattered, and by the raven had stopped halfway through the road.

The sound of horses' hooves was hurried, and it was a little empty in the desert at night, and when I arrived at the general's mound, the morning sun climbed up from the depths of the desert, and everything in front of me seemed to be crossed with a layer of golden light, which was dazzling.

More than ten years have passed, and the once small village has only a faint outline left, and the traces are covered by wild grass, but in his eyes, little by little, year by year, it has become what it is today, and he is more like a grave keeper.

Raven tied his horse to a lone pillar in the ruins and walked to the general's mound.

Although the man was no longer visible, he stubbornly insisted on his respect, and every time he reached the entrance to the village ruins, he dismounted and walked in.

More than ten years have passed, people have forgotten a lot of things, people only remember the present, only remember the sand bandit raven, only remember the name of a deceased general, but the number of people who continue to insist on coming to the general's grave to worship is gradually decreasing.

It's really unkind.

The raven kowtowed in front of the tomb in a regular manner, like a young and ignorant child, at least in front of the general's tomb, he was just the child who would cry when he was rescued, not the terrifying leader of the sand bandits in the desert.

In a hurry to go out without any offerings, he knelt in front of the grave and reached out to clean the weeds that had emerged from the corners of the grave.

There was silence for a moment before he spoke, his tone tinged with rare apprehension.

"General, I seem to be ...... I saw Xiao'er. ”

"But ......"

However, he didn't dare to recognize each other, and he didn't have the face to recognize him.

No matter how long time has passed, many things have turned into obsessions, such as the eye he gouged out, the empty eye sockets will follow him for a lifetime, and this obsession is the same, never die.

Even if he has a ** certainty, whether it is a sword or age, it can be confirmed, that child is the general's flesh and blood, and his heart is irrepressibly happy, it turns out that the bearded man really sent Lin Xiao out, and he has grown so big safely, but in this way, it is more and more tormented.

He thought that he would not succeed, and he did it, but he actually did it, and the bearded people used their lives to pave a bloody road out, so that he, a person who fled halfway, would have no face to face Lin Xiao.

Even if he recognized the general's sword at a glance, he only looked at Lin Xiao cautiously, and took the opportunity of the confrontation to have the courage to take a closer look at his appearance.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the earth began to burn, and his voice was rarely gentle, unlike the usual voice that gave orders to the bandits.

He lowered his head and began to talk to the tombstone, as if he was chatting with a close friend, telling the general what he had seen, hoping that the general would be relieved to know something.

I have a lot to say.

The child's body is very much like a general, his eyebrows and eyes are handsome, but his temperament is very similar to that of Mrs. Forgetting, is it true that people who know medical skills are like this? gentle, quiet, and humble.

But if you think about it carefully, the temperament is very similar to the general's back then, at a young age, he has a chivalrous heart, willing to help others, think about it for so many years, he has a good life, and his heart is brave, he intercepts the sand bandits alone, it is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and he has the demeanor of the general. hurriedly exchanged a few moves, cultivated to a high level,

It's not reckless, and the brain spins quickly, which is good, and it can protect yourself and others.

The sword is used very well, with the demeanor of a general, and he must have worked weekdays.

Now that I'm seventeen years old, I don't know where I've been living all along, who adopted him, and what did I go through before?

I'd like to ask for it myself.

Although he couldn't open this mouth at all, he thought about the answers to these questions in his heart on the good side, so it was good to have a thought.

The most important thing is that it's good that Ping'an has grown so big.

He was very glad that he was able to see the general's widow in his lifetime, and he was really merciful to God, although he had no regrets in death.

In short, he's a favorite boy, General.

Zhu'an saw from afar that there was a large courtyard in the oasis, with blue bricks and tiles, which did not look like a common style in the northwest, with the abundant plants in the oasis, wearing branches and stepping on the green, but showing a trace of the charm of the south of the Yangtze River.

The northwest sun is scorching, the first-floor room is easy to stuffy, the small building in the center is very high, and there is a huge windmill behind the roof, turning slowly.

Passing through a sparse meadow, he stopped outside the gate, and did not rush in, his fingers curled up slightly, with a slight imperceptible nervousness.

Before he went out this morning, he thought that Weaving Dream would come with him, after all, they have always been inseparable, but Weaving Dream squatted in the yard and watched the children plant things in the small flower pots, as soon as the sand bandits came, they kicked over the small flower pots piled up in the corner of the yard, and the small flowers planted before were trampled on, and now the children took the seeds and planned to plant them again.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I made an appointment with the children to play with me today, so I can't go with you. ”

Zhu'an looked at Weaving Dreams, she tilted her head to look very seriously, and occasionally said a few words to the children, and her expression was not unusual.

But, weird.

Weaving dreams will rarely be reluctant to walk with him.

But since Weaving Dream didn't want to, he could only go by himself.

As he stood here, he suddenly realized the intention of weaving dreams.

If the leader of the sand bandits really has a relationship with him, then it will inevitably touch the past of his parents, so when people meet, there will be more or less inconvenience for others to be present, and Zhu'an will definitely not speak, she is considerate of his mood, take the initiative to be interesting, anyway, when he comes back, she will explain to her, leaving him some space to deal with emotions, isn't it?

Advance and retreat properly, and be meticulous.

He did feel a little nervous, after all, this was his long-cherished wish for many years, and the closer he got to the truth, the more he was at a loss.

Zhu An sighed imperceptibly, and a bright knife pointed at him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Stop, who are you? Do you know what this place is? I'm impatient to rush here!"

Zhu'an looked at the young face in front of him, but he was about the same age as him, a strange face he had never seen before, and he was not a member of the group of sand bandits he saw last time.

"I'm sorry to come to the door, can you let me see your leader. ”

Hearing this, the little sand bandit looked at the handsome and peerless young man in front of him suspiciously, dressed like a local, and spoke politely to him, which was exactly what made him weird.

You must know that in this desert, not to mention how bad their group of sand bandits are, just to say that the reputation of their boss raven is as bad as that of a sandstorm, it's just

It's really rare that someone would want to see the boss.

No matter how you look at this person's temperament, the little sand bandit thought for a moment and the knife in his hand was slightly retracted, and he asked with some hesitation: "Do you want to be a black crow?"

Zhu'an pondered what he meant, did this mean by joining the sand bandits?

When he asked for directions before coming, Uncle He was a little uneasy when he learned that he was going to the sand bandits' lair, so he specially told him about this group of crows, which were notorious, and many people sharpened their heads and wanted to join them, determined to be a member of the ravins, which was really a big harm in the northwest.

The black clouds overwhelmed the city and the ravens became plagued, these were their code words, and he shook his head and sincerely denied it, "It's not for this. ”

Since he didn't come to join them, the little sand bandit was a little unpredictable about what he meant, and the people of the northwest couldn't wait to walk around when they saw them, this person was not only not afraid but also came directly to the door, it was really weird, and he must not be let in!

The knife in the little sand bandit's hand showed up again, and he shouted loudly: "What a big boldness, how can our boss be seen if you want to!"

Facing the vigilance of the little sand bandits, Zhu'an just asked politely: "Then how can I see it?"

This stopped the little sand bandit, he had only just joined the raven, and he had never encountered such a thing, and he had no idea for a while, so he had to ask his seniors about it.

"You...... You wait here, I'll go and say goodbye. ”

"I'm tired. ”

Zhu'an didn't come today to clean up the bandits, he didn't have any intention of fighting, and he started fighting before he asked about the matter, so he probably couldn't ask anything.

After being outside the door for a long time, the little sand bandit ran out again.

"Come in with me. ”

Zhu An thanked him gently, and followed the little sand bandit into the courtyard that occupied one side.

There is this way of survival that can survive by robbing other people's things, even if there is a certain risk, it is much better than the side that is robbed by the opposite.

But......

"Excuse me, where are you taking me?"

The little sand bandit led him around the courtyard, getting farther and farther away from the small building he had just entered.

His sudden voice startled the little sand bandit, who was too young to hold his breath and became a little cramped.

"That'...... That's it...... It's almost there. ”

Dodging his gaze, not daring to look him in the eye, it was obvious that he was lying, and he didn't break it, and continued to follow him.

When he got to the room at the back of the main building, the little sand bandit stopped and pointed to a room with a closed door, "It's here, our boss is inside, you can go in." ”

Zhu'an nodded, just took a step and stopped, looking at him with a smile, "Aren't you together?"

The little sand bandit hurriedly waved his hand, "No...... The boss is something that we can easily see. ”

After saying that, he glanced at him secretly and ran away, regardless of whether he would go in if he brought him over.

Looking at the back of the little sand bandit who almost ran away, Zhu'an sighed lightly, not to mention that the leader of the sand bandit really only lives in this remote corner of the house, just the door is closed, and the quiet atmosphere is really weird.

It seems that without a little effort, I really won't see the leader.

Juan walked to the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

There was a noise in the room.

"Who's coming?"

"Senior Lin Xiao, please ask for advice. ”