The carriage carried Wu Shuang on the Chengnan Street of Luoyan City and galloped westward, and the shops and people along the street retreated behind them like a torrent; the feeling of the carriage bumping, like a mother's blue, pulled Wu Shuang back to his childhood.

In his memory, his mother was so beautiful, so kind, so loving him, and his mother's cradle swayed gently - his mother's lullaby was so beautiful and sweet, as if it was plucked from the flowers, with a charming fragrance. But it was all short-lived, and it seemed that it was gone before he could have it—before he could scream—I love you so much, mother!

The carriage continued to jolt and jolt until it came to the south gate of the city, and as the carriage passed through the old gate of the city, he caught a glimpse through the broken tarpaulin of the carriage of a white-haired old woman carrying a basket and a stick as they approached them.

Wu Shuang's face at that moment made Wu Shuang suddenly startled, as if he saw a familiar figure, a kind old woman—that was his dear Yu Ma.

So, he quickly turned around and uncovered the corner of the tarpaulin behind the car wall box, but when he peeked at the white-haired old woman's rickety body from behind again, he found that she did not look like his dear mother Yu at all.

Because, although his Yu Ma has been eroded by the ruthless years, and although her face has been covered with the dark spots of the elderly and the wrinkles like grooves, his Yu Ma's body is still upright, like a monument that inspires him to forge ahead, standing in his heart forever, making him use inexhaustible strength and courage.

The carriage drove out of the city gates, and galloped forward tremblingly along a dirt road around the city. Judging from the degree of bumps, Wu Shuang realized that the car must have left the city and was driving on a dirt road that was not very smooth.

At this moment, he no longer had time to care about the scenery outside the window that was disappearing along the way. Because, at this moment, he did not want any external scenery to disturb the tranquility of the deep homesickness in his heart, so he simply closed his eyes, let the free madness of the carriage, and let the past replay in his lonely heart.

- At this moment, he was homesick.

It suddenly occurred to him that every time he left home, when he was separated from his whole family, he was so heavy, so struggling, so sad, and so sad, but this morning when he came to Songshan Manor, he felt that it would be the saddest and heaviest time he had been separated from his relatives in so many years.

That time, they didn't seem to be relieved, as if their mood was oppressed by an invisible mountain—could it be that they had some foreboding?

Ah, parting—torn feelings—the melancholy of a hundred knots—the inseparable bonds—everything, just like that, broke mercilessly!

That morning, the sky was just bright, the dew was still sleeping on the blades of grass, the birds were still haunted by dreams in the nest, the moonlight was still smiling silly on the sky, but Wu Shuang's eyes had already opened.

In fact, he did not fall asleep all night, but in order not to make his wife anxious and sad, he pretended to be asleep and snored, and at last he stayed up until dawn, and finally his wife and son were still asleep. So he got up quietly, dressed gently, opened the door slowly, and closed it gently, and then he came to the stable, untied the reins, took up his sword, and quietly stepped out of the courtyard of his hometown in the dim light.

When he was about to lightly pull the latch of the door, he was glad to find that there had been no latch last night, so he did not have to make a sharp noise about the old latch, and wake up the people of the house.

Because, he didn't want to see his beloved family sad and sad for his parting.

So he gently opened the door, led the horse, and carefully led it out. At this moment, the moment he stepped out of the door, he clearly saw the family members waiting outside the door through the dim clear light.

At that moment, his heart turned over and turned as if he was sad, he really hated himself, why did he want to leave, why did he want to go away!

"Shuang'er, are you cold, child? Yu's mother said with concern. In the clear light, her body looked extraordinarily thin, her face was full of sorrow, and her eyes glistened with tears, as if the majestic horse in front of her was about to take away the splendor of her life and the only hope.

"Mom!" Wu Shuang shouted, at that moment he didn't expect that he would throw away her surname "Yu" and simply call Mom, perhaps, deep down in his heart, he had already been treated like this. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. ”

The old man nodded, and said no more, for she was biting her lip with her teeth—she was trying to restrain herself from crying, and though the tears were rolling in her eyes, she kept choking and not letting them flow, for he did not want his child, to be in a distant land, to worry about her.

The wife hugged her son, and the son called out to his father, and his father's smile was sour than a lemon and more astringent than an olive;

"Shishi, it turns out that you haven't slept all night!" he said as he looked at his wife affectionately.

The wife was speechless at the moment, and she nodded solemnly, "Hmm!" in reply.

In fact, when two hearts merge into one, one word can represent a thousand words.

Their expressions were so heavy, even Guan Xin, who had always been carefree, looked so sad.

"Son, let's go when everything is ready!" said the master at last. There is infinite strength in his words, and this strength, together with the power of Yu Ma's love, constitutes all his faith and strength.

The maple forest is on the edge of the lake behind the Falling Goose City, where geese often fly by with a sad cry, and there are all kinds of water birds that come and go to inhabit, as if it is a human inn, which can be used by passers-by at the ends of the earth to rest their feet; However, in the frosty days of late autumn, the maple leaves are as bright red as blood

At this time, the sun is setting, the remnant sun is like blood, the maple forest is bleak, and the fallen leaves are bloody.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and Wu Shuang realized that the end had arrived! However, he was so reluctant that he seemed to want to come down -- he really hoped that the carriage would always go forward and never stop, because sometimes, stopping is death!

"The guest has arrived!" said the coachman, jumping out of the car.

For a long time, there was no response in the car.

"Guest officer, Maple Grove has arrived!" the coachman said in an accentuated tone.

"Oh! so soon. Wu Shuang seemed to wake up from a dream. He slipped out of the car sleepily, and he looked at the desolate autumn scenery around him, and at that moment he seemed to feel how miserable, how bleak, how lonely the blood-red maple forest before him was, like a blood-stained rag discarded in the wilderness—but who would be the wounded?

He shook his body, and the sword in his hand clanged, as if to shake himself up, and he regained himself from his endless melancholy.

Then he took out a hundred taels of silver from his sleeve pocket, smiled and handed it into the hands of the old coachman who had been following him, as if he were afraid that he would not pay for his ride.

"Guest officer, you don't need so much. The old coachman looked at the silver in his hand and said in a dilemma, "Too much!"

"How many trips can it take?" asked Wu Shuangjiang, who was about to step on the maple forest path, but he didn't turn back;

"You can run a lot of times. The old coachman said, "I can't make so much in a day!"

"Old man, can you just wait for me here?"

"Yes. ”

"If I haven't come out before the sun sets, please go in and take a look, and if it's convenient, please send me back to Songshan Manor. Wu Shuang said that he had walked far away.

"Yes. ”