Chang'an City, the backyard of the General's Mansion. It was already light, and the room was still lit by faint candlelight.

Meng Fang was lying quietly on the bed, and at some point, he had opened his eyes. There were two people lying on their stomachs in front of the bed, their faces were tired, and they had not yet woken up, it was Meng Tian and Xuan.

Meng Fang smiled happily and said softly, "It seems to be snowing." ”

When the words fell, Meng Tian and Xuan opened their eyes at the same time, and they were both overjoyed.

"Daddy!"

"Master!"

Meng Fang's face showed pity, and he said softly: "It's hard for you." ”

Meng Tian and Xuan didn't speak, just looked at Meng Fang quietly and wept quietly.

Meng Fang smiled lightly: "I want to go out and see the snow." ”

They knew in their hearts that Meng Fang had come to the end of his life, and this awakening was just a return to the light.

The Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness and death, love and parting, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go.

Even though medical skills can rejuvenate the skill, they can't help the eight hardships of life.

Meng Tian wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled, and said coquettishly: "Daddy, it's cold outside, Tian'er will help you add a cotton coat." ”

Xuan choked up and said, "Master, Xuan'er helped you up." ”

Meng Fang smiled and nodded.

After putting on the cotton clothes, they helped Meng Fang to sit in a wheelchair. Meng Tian pushed the wheelchair, and Xuan went to open the door.

As soon as I opened the door, it was snowing.

Meng Fang watched the snowflakes fall, only to feel that his heart was full of joy. Perhaps, it was the last time he saw snow. He said softly, "Xuan'er, let Master see if your marksmanship has improved." ”

"Obey orders!"

Xuan took a red tassel gun from the house and walked slowly into the snow. He saluted Meng with a gun, and said in a deep voice, "Please give me advice!"

I don't know when, the tears have dried.

When the words fell, he danced the red tassel gun, flying up and down, like a dragon out of the water, and like a white snake spitting letters, entering its sharpness, retreating its speed, unpredictable.

He has excellent roots and the guidance of famous teachers, which can be described as rapid progress. At a young age, he has already achieved a small degree of marksmanship.

Blindfold and glow.

Meng Tian was secretly frightened.

Soon after, Xuan swept through thousands of troops in one style, standing with a gun, not afraid of wind and snow, and faintly had a compelling momentum.

Meng Da smiled and said, "Tian'er, bring the second spear!"

Meng Tian hummed softly, took the second spear from the house, and offered it with both hands.

Meng Fang took the second spear, looked at Xuan, and said in a deep voice: "Xuan'er, take the gun!"

Xuan hurriedly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and took the gun with both hands.

"Thank you Master for the gun!" Unconsciously, tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes.

Meng Fang let out a sigh of relief, as if relieved, and said with a smile: "I want to go out of the city to see." ”

Meng Tian hurriedly said: "Tian'er go get the umbrella." ”

Meng Fang smiled lightly: "No need. ”

After that, Meng Tian pushed the wheelchair, Xuan took Meng Fang's hand, and the three of them left the General's Mansion.

They walked in the snow, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Behind them, dozens of figures followed from a distance, men and women, adults and children, not afraid of the cold, not afraid of wind and snow, just wanting to quietly accompany Meng Fang to finish this last journey.

They walked through the long streets, tears mixed with snow, silently sad.

They can hear the sound of wheels crushing over the snow, they can hear their feet on the snow, and they can even hear the sound of snowflakes falling.

That's it, go quietly.

At last, they walked through the end of the long street, out of the city gate, and came to the moat.

I saw that the sky and the earth were white, and the crystal snowflakes danced in the air.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

Under the city wall, dozens of figures stood quietly, all full of sadness. The children were blue from the cold, but they didn't seem to realize it.

Meng Fang looked up at the sky and chanted loudly:

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens!"

Poor Xin renounces his illness and ambition, and his gray hair is born!

As the words fell, he slowly closed his eyes, still with a faint smile on his face.

The snow is still falling, fluttering and falling.

Tears had long since blurred his eyes, crossed his cheeks, fell into the snow, and disappeared in an instant. But what about sadness?

Meng Tian and Xuan were still standing quietly in the snow, guarding in front of Meng Fang. They knew he was gone. However, they just wanted to spend a little more time with him, even if it was just for a while, just because this parting was goodbye.

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