The general put the brown stone in his hand on her hand and solemnly told the beloved woman in front of her that she didn't care about the level of her status, let alone the eyes of the world, and decided to ask the emperor to marry her as a wife.

The three-life stone in his hand emitted a subtle red light. Little by little, the light gets stronger. Yiyun saw their past life, it was still the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, he was a passerby on horseback, and she was a girl from an ordinary family in a small jasper. He was injured and got help from the girl. The man sued the girl that he was dangerous and asked her to leave him alone. Despite his objections, the girl placed him in a small hut in seclusion and cared for him until he recovered.

On a rainy night, there was a hint of murderous intent lurking in the air. A group of black-clad killers break down the door and frighten the girl. The man held a knife in front of her, protecting her tightly. The breath emanating from the girl's body smells very good, as light as a lotus lotus. The man's heart skipped a beat, could it be that he fell in love with this girl. However, reason tells him that he can't fall in love with anyone, he is a swordsman, wandering all his life, full of dangers, and destined to be lonely.

The rain continued until the rain on the ground turned red. The enemies fell one by one, and the man was relieved to finally kill the last enemy, and said to her coldly, "You go." ”

The girl was sad and cried and disappeared into the rain. After walking for a while, she was uneasy and decided to go back to him.

Through the crack in the door, the girl saw a sword and sword shadow in the thatched house. The man knelt on one knee, the knife fell to the ground, blood slowly flowing down his arm, and on the ground was a severed arm lying there.

In front of the man, the man in black laughed: "Haha, isn't it pathetic to have a knife without a hand?" He slowly raised the sword in his hand towards the man's throat.

The girl's mind went blank and pushed open the door in front of him, and bright red blood spread across her chest like a gorgeous mandala flower.

"Why?

The girl spat out a mouthful of blood, covered her heart, and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Leave you." It will hurt here. ”

Seeing the girl's slowly closed eyes, the man laughed and committed suicide with the girl in his arms.

The red light slowly faded, the sky was still bright, and suddenly the sky suddenly changed, the drizzle turned into a pouring rain, and the sky flashed and thundered. The world is impermanent, not to mention that it was a turbulent era, when the enemy army entered our border overnight, and the beacons were everywhere. Soon the enemy forces were overwhelmed. Climb into the ten-zhang city wall and capture the lower Yumen Pass. As a hot-blooded patriotic man, the general had to go out to defend the country and fight the war.

Before the expedition, the girl made an exception and was allowed to send the general. On the city wall, she put on a military uniform sewn overnight for him, wiped the cherry spear and sang for him to see him off. At parting, the girl put the stone in the palm of his hand and said to him: "Whenever you see it, it is like I am with you, and I will wait for you to return." The general clenched the stone in his hand and choked up, saying that I will definitely come back alive. I will marry you.

Watching the army leave in a mighty way, the girl couldn't cry. The general didn't know what he said, but he made the girl wait all her life.

The girl began to wait for a long time, burying her own hand-brewed toast in the garden of the courtyard, and looking forward to the triumph day and night. Midnight dreams. The general returns. The front of the house is full of joyful red lanterns, the breeze blows up the flaming red curtains, and the sound of firecrackers on the street is very lively. He rode a big horse and wore a big red robe, and he sat on a big red sedan chair with a phoenix crown. Smile like a flower.

She was his bride, and the red candles were flickering in the house, and he unveiled the red Hippa for himself. He smiled at her as before. This promise has been fulfilled countless times in dreams, but unfortunately it is a pity that the dream is empty. Every day I woke up, there was only a wet pillow, and the person was gone.

I dream of fighting in January, and I dream of fighting in January.

I dream of returning for a year, and I dream of returning for a year.

I won't pay it back for five years, and I won't pay it back for five years.

My dream is gone, ten years.

Ten years, the dream is not there.

The girl's anticipation turned into disappointment again and again, and she was still waiting persistently, hoping that one day he would come back and stand in front of her and say to herself that I was back.

In the high-walled compound, the girl is destined to indulge in this sea of misery in this life. The breeze blew the purple wind chimes on the eaves of the pavilion, accompanying her through countless springs, summers, autumns and winters. Every day when she had free time, she would sit among the flowers in this hundred gardens and sew a belt, hoping that one day the general would come back and put it on for him with her own hands. However, the general did not return after all, and the girl sewed belts of different styles one after another, the only thing that was the same was that they all had emerald green olives on them, hoping that one day the world would be peaceful, and the world would no longer suffer from this parting lovesickness.

The picture changed again, the snow blew all night, and the originally rugged road was coated with a thick layer of ice, which became more difficult. In this harsh environment, the soldiers still braved the bitter cold and fought on the battlefield. Although there was a cold and piercing longbow in his hand, his body was flowing with hot blood. They have only one belief, for the sake of their relatives and lovers, they must defend the frontier to the death.

Kill, kill, kill!

The warrior marched forward bravely, and for the sake of the peace of his wife and children behind him, they would not be allowed to retreat. One fighter fell, and the other immediately rushed forward. If you want to invade our homeland, you must first step over our corpses! After a battle, the battlefield was filled with fire, the black scorched flag fell to the side, and the scorched black ground was flowing with the blood of soldiers. Few of the surviving fighters supported each other back to camp.

Instead of giving up a look of frustration on their faces, they were even more determined in their belief in victory. To be alive is the greatest hope!

Later, on a cold and windy night for a month, the last few soldiers who were guarding the city gate had no reinforcements in front and no food and grass behind. However, until the last moment before death, they still stood at the city gate, clutching the halberds in their hands, and even if they died, they would die heroically and unyieldingly.

The general who the girl was waiting for was no exception, dying in this guarded city. In the end, after the erosion of the years, the iron helmet is the head of the soldier who does not fall, and in the cold wind, it is the body of the soldier wearing a rusty iron suit that does not fall. The general was not afraid of death, and when he died, he still held the blood-soaked stone in his hand, and the biggest regret in his heart was that he had failed to live up to his promise to the girl. It's just that he didn't expect that the girl would wait for him for a lifetime. A person's life is not long, nor is it short, and for the love they agreed upon, the girl gave her precious youth and a lifetime of love.

The girl waited, like a faint speck of mortal dust, until one day the enemy army invaded the quiet town. The General's Mansion became the target of the enemy's destruction, the enemy's iron cavalry broke through the General's Palace, and the merciless cannonballs destroyed the high walls. Soon, the General's Mansion was in ruins, and the enemy soldiers waved their weapons and shouted victory, and the people in the palace fled one after another. Only Ruochen was still sitting in the garden embroidering her belt, but she already knew in her heart that the general would never come back, and a line of hot tears crossed her cheeks.

Until the death of the girl did not wait for the general to come back, her soul did not want to leave, she did not want to forget that the general has not been reincarnated, but lived in the purple wind chimes that accompanied her day and night, she had nothing else to ask for just to greet the general in person: Jun Ke is healthy, drink toast with you, and get drunk for ten thousand times. It's a pity that such a small wish can no longer be realized.

After reading the whole story, Yiyun found that he had already burst into tears, holding the wine glass and drinking it all in one gulp, Yu Xuanang shouted: "I will wait for tens of millions of soldiers to triumph safely!

In the pavilion, wind chimes swayed and music sounded again. It's just that the voice of the war song mixed with hoarse is much softer. The old man's serene pale face showed a smile of relief, turned into a wisp of green smoke and went away, and the whisper of the wind chime demon sounded:

The thousand-year-old wind chimes rang with the wind, and 100,000 loyal bones were buried elsewhere.

When will the beacon war be closed, and the love of children will be swayed.

Who is responsible for the promise of this life?

The fate of the previous life was buried in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Well, we'll see you in the next life.

Yiyun looked at the dissipated green smoke and listened to the emotion still in his ears, and couldn't help but be stunned:

I hit Jiangnan and walked through,

The face of the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins of March do not fly,

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone streets are late,

The sound is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed,

Your heart is a small window closed to it.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes,

I'm not a passerby, I'm a passerby. (To be continued......)