Late in the evening, people are quiet. 8┡1 Chinese『Net

Only there are dogs barking on the street, helping to send off customers. Singing with the crickets in the grass, with the flow of water. There is also a small room in Yuheng Courtyard, where water droplets are flowing thinly...

The beads of water came from the waist-length black length of the peony, and she had just returned from the bathhouse, and the wind had not had time to dry her head. The two little people sat on the bed together, dragging their chins with their hands, and quietly looked at the night outside the window.

Quietly.

Another night of lonely men and widows in the same room...

According to common sense, a marriage is a marriage, and a marriage is a marriage, although they are all relatives, but in fact, these are two different things. Relatives worship the church, spend candle nights, and enter the cave room, that is a matter of course. But it's different. Fixed, fixed, just to set a family matter, the male and female families put a few banquets, inform the fathers and villagers, and choose an auspicious day to visit the church to get married. It's not even time to enter the cave room... If you enter the cave house first and then get married, although this is just a mess of the relationship between the front and back, but the rules are the rules, and if the rules are messed up, it is a moral decline, and you will inevitably be talked about for a few years in the future...

It's just that this rule is just a rule.

In front of that ruffian who doesn't follow the rules, such rules are no different from air. After the wine was finished, the banquet dispersed, he didn't say a word, and ran to the Yuheng Courtyard with the strength of the wine, and drove Xia Xun and Peony, who were playing with watermelons, back to the wing. The beautiful words said, "This is a beautiful day, a moment is worth a thousand gold, young man, don't spend your time..."

Next, there is a boring scene in this small room, looking at the window and watching the moonlight.

"Do you remember what they looked like?"

Tick...

The wind blew in from the windowsill, and did not pick up the green silk. Droplets of water dripped down the knees onto the green wood floor. In the quiet air, there was a faint sadness...

Without it...

It is the dead of night, the most mourning time.

This afternoon, the words that Xia Yuan said in the book club are still attached to Xia Xun's heart. Lively and cold, time and tenderness, it is difficult to smooth its former imprint. For this wisp of sorrow, even if it is as gentle as water, it can't go much for Xia Xunhe...

Only the heart will be accompanied, holding hands and talking.

"I've had a good memory since I was a kid..."

After whispering for a long time, Xia Xun nodded and replied: Whether I want to remember or not, it can remain in my head, and I can't forget it if I want to..."

Pink lips curled slightly, and a soft smile of comfort was raised: "It's always good to miss something, isn't it?"

Outside the windowsill, the grass swayed with the moonlight. In the wing room, it is gentle and secluded and lovesick and sad. At the same time, it makes people feel more reminiscent and intoxicated.

"But this miss is too far away..."Xia Xun didn't know whether he was happy or sad, and he also raised a smile. The light of his eyes gradually blurred, and slowly sank into the memory...

"I remember it was when I was three years old"

"It seems to be around the 10th day of the first lunar month..."

"The fourth uncle returned to the village from the south, and at the same time brought back the news that the Son of Heaven on the Jinluan Palace issued an order to suppress the south..."

"Daddy's main battle, I want to take people south to go back to catch people. Grandpa and several old ladies were in charge, and they forced everyone to be pressed in the ancestral hall and were not allowed to leave the village. As a result, a situation of opposition between the two sides is formed..."

"Of course, everyone is a village, so they don't use knives. But, that night, grandpa was the most angry since I grew up..."

"In the end, the other uncles couldn't persuade the two of them, and in a fit of anger, grandpa slapped his father, and his father was beaten and cried by his grandfather at that time..."

The quiet air gradually became moist with the faint words. At this point, Xia Xun's voice slowly became stalked. Although the last sentence is a bit funny. But at this time, neither the narrator nor the listener had this smile...

Because, it's not funny at all.

Slowly, after choking on the tone of the throat. Xia Xuncai continued, and said lightly...

"That night, and the only time in my life I saw my dad cry..."

After crying for a long time, he suddenly snatched Uncle Qitang's knife and slashed it into his palm. In front of the whole village, he broke off the father-son relationship with his grandfather..."

"Then, he led my mother out of the village overnight..."

"Tick..."

Sound sand, tears.

The boy has tears and does not flow lightly, but it is only when it is not time to be sad.

Peony hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief from her small waist bag, and carefully wiped away her tears. Xia Xun, on the other hand, didn't move, clutching the green shirt on his legs with both hands, and looked at the bright moon outside the window with tears...

The smell of sadness is so thick that a calm man can't control his emotions...

Left, poured.

The stalk's throat continues to speak...

"On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, a long letter came from the south..."

"Forty thousand miles of rivers and valleys, all cities are broken and silent. On the fifteenth night, my father and mother led two thousand clansmen to break through and failed, and were ambushed by seven thousand four holy soldiers in Yanbolin. At the end of the battle, my father and mother teamed up with four other uncles to kill thirty-two of the main forces of the four holy army kings, causing a heavenly tribulation thundercloud..."

It's hard to make a sound...

"Daddy... After being robbed and killed, the two thousand clansmen finally left nine people to cross the Beimang Pass..."

“......”

The vague words were said with tears in their eyes.

Memories are the saddest time, green shirts are tears, and tears are crying in the eyes. It is the years of grief hidden in my heart, torn open by the memories of tonight. This layer of pain is difficult for ordinary people to understand...

Peony was speechless, not knowing what words of comfort to say at this time. The girl's silk handkerchief has been stained with men's tears. Tears are streams, but they still don't stop. The slender jade hand went around the back of Xia Xun's neck and gently took him into his arms.

Soft, warmly...

Breeze, green silk, green shirt.

Drops of water, teardrops, lamentations.

The weak candle flame beats and moves to pose with a sad shadow. The crickets outside the window seemed to feel the sadness of the room, and gradually made a lot less noise.

The little hand caressed tenderly, curled up in the arms of its owner. It's like the sun in winter, and it's easy to feel the care.

"Actually, you're quite happy..."

Thinking about it, the little hand stopped caressing, and the two little heads gently leaned together. The faint orchid fragrance, from the small mouth of the peony, wafts out faintly...

"At least you remember the two elders, there are so many uncles and brothers in the village to accompany you. Although the place is a little smaller, there are a lot of books to read. But, at least, it's free, and it's uninhibited. ”

"I'm really happy..."

"At least for me, it's really happy..."

"For as long as I can remember, I was sent to the sky by my father. They haven't come back to me since the day of the fight. Until now, I can't even remember what they looked like..."

"Whenever I ask my husband about this. My husband would always say that I was too young to know so much about right and wrong, and that he would tell me when I grew up. It also prevaricated me..."

"It's in contrast... Say, are you happier than I am?"

A faint soft smile, a faint speech. Comforted a lot of helplessness, a lot of sadness. When Peony finished speaking, Xia Xun's snort was already very quiet. It's just that this quietness seems to be a little too calm...

"Are you listening to me?"

“......”

When asked, no one answered.

Sha...

The jade finger gently lifted the silk length that stood in front of the two little heads...

No wonder, no one answered.

I saw that the young man lying in the girl's arms, I don't know when, had closed his eyes. Gentle breathing, quiet face, calm and calm...

He fell asleep.

I'm sleeping soundly...

The affection is lingering, and I remember the past.

Dream back to the Lantern Festival and chase the Chinese New Year.

Alone in the cold continent, the eternal romance, a piece of paper green yarn cover the marquis. Iron painting silver hook. Yang Liu Qing repair, will take Dan heart cast Qiong Building. That year, on the night of the Lantern Festival, 40,000 miles of prosperity turned into desolation, and thousands of souls could not return, when will the blood debt be paid?

When will it be repaid and who will pay it?

night

Go deep.

The crickets gradually stopped, and the road dogs did not bark.

The long sky and silent night were covered with a faint haze, calming down the worries of many years, and wandering again in every corner of the southern region for thousands of miles.

Some people sleep, some people can't sleep, and some people can't sleep all night, and the horse runs south. If there is a south, there must be a north. Nanben is the thirty-four renamed Pure Yang Dao audience disciple Dao masters. Those who run north are those who have not changed their names.

Without it, it is a different way, parting ways.

After all, the reliance of the Seven Star Courtyard is far away in the north, if there are three long and two short, the far water can't save this near fire, and everyone understands this hard truth. Therefore, not everyone has the courage to put their lives on their heads.

So much so that in the tens of millions of miles of land in the Southern Regions, there are more than 130 branches of pure yang. In tonight, in addition to the thirty-eight veins that had been to the Seven Star Courtyard this morning, the remaining nearly 100 veins of the Pure Yang Taoist Temple all gave up their faces, packed up their bags, and chose to go north to the Immortal Journey...

But the tiger roared in the southern region, and the wind was already surging. Tonight is when the moon is dark and the wind is high, where is the road so easy to walk at night?

"Drive!"

"Da Da Da..."

The southern region is northern, and there are more than 10 million miles away from the northern region, and there is a forest, which is called the penny forest. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, the tall forests are dense, the barren grass is overgrown, and there are few pedestrians in the past.

And tonight, among the hundreds of pure yang teams going north, there is a team of people passing by. They are from Huayang City, the city is not big, and the view is also very small, so the number of their pair of people and horses is not much. More or less, plus some Taoist teachings, there are more than 2,000 people in total.

"Da Da Da!"

The fast horse galloped, and walked forward in the night, running cautiously.

The front and back of the team are all elderly Taoists, opening the road and behind the mat. In the middle section, the disciple's royal carriage was followed, carrying some parcels and wooden boxes. There are four or five cranes in the sky, hovering around on the bright moon, on guard. In general, although the team was small in number and walked quite quickly, they still managed to be in place with due caution and marching attitude.

However, it is no wonder, after all, it is a matter of life and death.

"Bang Bang..."

"Senior brother..."

Halfway through the walk, just as the rushing team was about to leave the grove. In the night sky, a white crane hovering in the north swept down and landed at the front of the team, in front of the silver-robed Taoist.

"Two hundred miles outside the forest, there are iron bikes near, and there are more than 1,000 people by sight. ”

The man on the crane is a middle-aged Taoist. After the white crane landed, he didn't have much courtesy, stood on the crane, and whispered to the silver-robed Taoist on the horse.

"Royal..."

"Stop!"

Hearing this, the silver-robed Taoist turned pale, tightened the reins, raised his palms, and stopped the people behind him. Then, with a panicked look, he asked the Taoist on the crane urgently, "Who are they?"

"Three hippos, iron wolf knife, devil chain mail, should be a soldier in the army. The Taoist on the crane's back hurriedly replied.

The face of the silver-robed Daoist was even heavier now. After a moment's hesitation, he turned his face sideways and shouted to those behind him, "Retreat!"

"Wait!"

"Bang Bang..."

As soon as the silver-robed Taoist shouted, he stopped the sky with a shout. The four white cranes guarding the sky swept down one after another. Like the white crane before, it also landed at the front of the line.

The Taoist who had stopped drinking before had time to let the white crane stand firmly on the ground, so he turned to the old Taoist on the crane's back, and said anxiously: "Senior brother can't retreat! More than 150 miles outside the forest in the south, three thousand cavalry suddenly appeared..."

"The west side is too, the chain mail light horse, holding the lancet, it should be the defenders of the sun..."

"I'm the same here, more than 2,000 people..."

A word, a word.

The three Taoists who landed reported successively. Without exception, there were sergeants rushing from all over the forest in the south, east, west, and northwest...

After listening to the reply, the silver-robed Taoist on the horse turned pale for a while.

"Senior brother, what now?"

At the moment of the great enemy, seeing that there was nothing to say, the Taoist who was the first to land and report to the Taoist couldn't help but ask urgently.

"Boom!!"

Before the question was spoken, the roar of thousands of galloping horses was heard from all directions.

The silver-robed Taoist raised his lifeless cheeks slightly. Weakly, he glanced at the four people in front of him...

"Descend..."

“......”