After a person has no intention of appreciating the scenery, he is often afraid, afraid of loneliness and loneliness at the end, and they dare not look back, because there is more despair hidden in that place. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wen Yunfeng had doubts in his heart, and Bian Long also had doubts in his heart, but neither of them spoke, because they didn't know how to speak? But they would always speak, how could they hide their words when they met someone who cherished each other? The more lonely people are, the more they need to talk.

Their pace is getting slower and slower, so slow that they stand still, and they must speak at this time!

Wen Yunfeng gently kicked the yellow sand on the ground with his foot, when did Bian Long have done this, so he should be able to understand the loneliness and loss in Wen Yunfeng's heart, people will only make some boring moves when they are lonely and lost.

Bian Long smiled and said, "You don't seem to be very satisfied with these grains of sand!"

Wen Yunfeng said coldly: "Yes, I am indeed very dissatisfied, there are too many unsatisfactory things in this world, even if I am satisfied, there are always people who are not satisfied, so I would rather conform to the crowd so as not to trouble myself." ”

Bian Long turned around and looked at the end of the night and the yellow sand, there was expectation and loss in his eyes, people are alive is a kind of expectation, but often loss is always around.

Bian Long said softly, "Brother Wen has some regrets?"

Bian Long's words are very plain and natural, but the more plain and natural things are, the more hidden meanings. He should be more disappointed in his heart, maybe at the last moment he thought that Wen Yunfeng would be able to accompany him to protect the border city, until this moment his determination was a little shaken, after all, he was not sure, because he was still asking questions and waiting for Wen Yunfeng's answer.

Wen Yunfeng looked at Bian Long's back and was silent for a long time, for a moment he felt that he was so far away from the man in front of him, it seemed that he had never crossed paths in his life!

Wen Yunfeng walked to Bian Long's side and stared into the distance with Bian Long, time seemed to pass very slowly in the silent person, and it took a long time for Wen Yunfeng to say softly: "Brother Bian Long, I thought you were a person who knew swords, but I found that I was wrong, not only do you not understand swords, but you also don't understand feelings, you are a loner than me!"

Bian Long was not moved by Wen Yunfeng's words, but asked with a smile, "How do you say this?"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "If you know the sword, you won't go to the Qing army camp alone, and if you understand the feelings, you won't ask the question just now." To be honest, I question the world and my choices all the time, and I'm sure you too. ”

Bian Long didn't deny it, just nodded lightly and said, "After all, we are not saints yet!"

Bian Long has admitted this fact, and it is indeed an indisputable fact.

Wen Yunfeng continued: "And the only thing we can do is to stick to our own choices to overcome this doubt, even if the initial choice is wrong, we must persevere, this has the advantage of avoiding mistakes, I firmly believe that the initial decision must be much more thoughtful than all the decisions that followed!"

Bian Long nodded, smiled and looked into the distance and said, "Who says it's not?" I've been reflecting on my original intention of coming to Border City all these years, but until now I still haven't found a suitable reason for me to leave, and I don't think I'll ever find that reason to leave again in my life!"

After saying that, Bian Long smiled, Wen Yunfeng also smiled, and the two stared quietly into the distance and stopped talking.

The place where the night meets the yellow sand is gradually swallowed up by the night, because the last rays of the sunset are finally defeated by the overwhelming night.

There was a faint muffled sound in the distance, a bit like the wind but not as lingering as the wind, a bit like thunder but never exploded, a bit like the rain but the rain was sharper, that direction was exactly the direction Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long were staring at, what happened there?

Wen Yunfeng looked at Bian Long, and Bian Long looked at Wen Yunfeng, maybe they already had the answer in their hearts.

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "Go back?"

Bian Long replied with a smile: "Go back to Xicheng Tower, I invite you to drink." ”

Wen Yunfeng shook his head and said, "Your wine is not strong enough!"

Bian Long smiled and said, "Spirits can strengthen courage, is Brother Wen afraid!"

Wen Yunfeng looked at Bian Long and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Bian Long smiled and said, "I'm afraid of the smell of blood, so I want to drink some wine but don't want to get drunk!"

Wen Yunfeng said coldly: "I'm also afraid of the smell of blood, so I want to drink some spirits, preferably the kind that can get drunk!"

Bian Long looked at the saber in his hand and said with annoyance: "Could it be that the gap between the sword and the sword is really so big!"

Wen Yunfeng hugged Bian Long's shoulders and smiled and said, "Don't think about these useless things! I'm going to see blood tomorrow, so hurry back and drink the bar, I don't want to smell my own blood!"

With that, the two of them staggered side by side in the direction of the West City Tower.

They should have heard it, it was the sound of footsteps, the footsteps of the Qing cavalry, the Qing cavalry was almost the strongest, bravest, and most difficult type of people in the world, who could not be afraid in the face of such people, so they had to drink some wine to strengthen their courage.

There is no Qiang flute in the border city, but there is wine and spirits, loneliness and companionship, fear and blood, and the contradictions are always different.

How much wine you drink proves how much fear you have, because one point of wine can dissolve three points of fear, Wen Yunfeng drank a lot, and Bian Long also drank a lot, but they were not ready to stop, after all, the fear had not completely dissipated.

Behind Wen Yunfeng is a home, behind Bian Long is a city, they have reasons to fear, but at the same time, they also have reasons to win, after all, the strongest thing in the world is still the human heart! No matter how fast the sword is, it can't kiss the heroes of the world, and no matter how sharp the knife is, it can't cut off the heads of the wicked.

The night gradually faded, Wen Yunfeng's clothes were wet, Bian Long's clothes were also wet, and there was wine and water on them, and maybe they would be stained with blood soon!

Wen Yunfeng was not drunk, and Bian Long was not drunk, they glanced at each other and smiled and withdrew their eyes, and the two stupid men quietly watched the dim sky slowly brighten without saying a word.

The early morning here should be very clear and transparent, but it is destined to be dark, someone came to stir the yellow sand and stir the tranquility, the yellow sand boiled and the sky and the earth turned into a color.

When the yellow sand gradually receded, thousands of Qing army horsemen had gathered outside the Xicheng Tower.

Wen Yunfeng looked at Bian Long and smiled and asked, "The first battle in Border City has finally started, how many people do you guess they have?"

Bian Long smiled and said, "I don't know, now I'm seven points drunk in my heart, so I can't remember clearly." ”

Wen Yunfeng laughed and said, "It seems that the wine is stronger than the spirits! Fortunately, I didn't touch it." ”

Wen Yunfeng stood up, patted the dust on his body, helped Bian Long and said, "Get up, brother! A thousand Qing army horsemen, it seems that you can kill yourself today!"

Bian Long smiled and said, "Your sword can still kill?"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "It should still be fine, after all, its sharpness has never receded!"

With that, the two stood up and walked towards the downstairs of Xicheng.

The west gate slowly opened and slowly closed, Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long staggered out, and appeared in front of the thousands of Qing troops, like ants at the foot of Mount Tai.

Looking at the figures of Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long, Yong Zhan's face was full of bright smiles, he had fantasized about such a scene, he liked this kind of pleasure of using momentum to intimidate the other party, but soon he put away his smile, because he didn't get this kind of pleasure from beginning to end, which was unexpected.

Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long staggered forward until Yong Zhan shouted, "Stop!" The two of them stopped, looking at the thousand-strong brigade in front of them with confused eyes.

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "It seems that it is going to rain heavily in the border city!"

Bian Long also smiled and responded: "I think so, after so many innocent ants, it seems that the weather is going to change suddenly!"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Yong Zhan wanted to laugh again, and there was inexplicable anger in his heart, and he scolded loudly: "Aren't you two afraid of death?"

Wen Yunfeng looked at Bian Long stupidly and said, "Death, are you afraid?"

Yong Zhan nodded and said, "I'm afraid, I'm very afraid." ”

Wen Yunfeng turned his head to look at Yongzhan and said coldly: "I'm also afraid, but it's useless to be afraid." ”

Yong Zhan shook his head and said: "Yesterday, when the two of you left, I had imagined a thousand scenes of reunion, I thought it should be fierce and fierce, at least there should be some verbal confrontation, but I didn't expect it to be so calm. ”

Bian Long smiled and said: "Words are a desperate plan to use soldiers, and now that we have not reached a desperate situation, why should the two of us use this desperate strategy?"

Yong Zhan turned around and looked at the thousand-person brigade behind him, and then turned his head to look at Wen Yunfeng and Bian Long in front of him, he really couldn't think of any magic weapon in front of these two people, after all, the thousand people were completely victorious against the two.

Yong Zhan asked in annoyance, "How many people can your swords and swords kill?" Bian Long, your sword can kill me at most fifty horsemen; Wen Yunfeng, your sword is indeed fast, but how many can you kill? ten, hundred, or thousand? You must remember that there are 100,000 troops behind me." ”

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "I don't know how many I can kill, but I really want to say that I really don't want to kill, but people have to do something against their will!"

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "I'll make a bet with you, if half of my Qing army can fall, you will win." ”

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "What if you win?"

Yong Zhan smiled and said, "If you win, I will give the border city thirty more days, thirty days is very precious to you!"

Wen Yunfeng immediately put away his smile and said seriously: "This is true!"

Yong Zhan smiled and said: "Victory is never divided by outnumbering, and the generals are more willing to use soldiers, especially characters like you!"

Wen Yunfeng looked at Bian Long and said, "Brother Bian Long, I bet!"

Bian Long smiled and said, "I also bet." ”

After that, the two looked at each other and smiled and said no more.

I only heard the "whoosh" two sharp weapons breaking the air, some miserable, some heroic, but more of a pride!