Age of Conquest Reborn

Under the gazes of the mountain tigers and special guards, Tang Qiuli's figure finally disappeared into the snowflakes flying in the sky, and disappeared into the green pine forest. A two-line footprint of different depths extended to the depths of the pine forest.

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The captain of the special force said dullly: "Captain, how can you let the division commander go into the mountain alone? How dangerous it is. What if an accident happens? No, I will take a few people and follow the division commander quietly.

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Shan Hu glared at him and said: "You are the only one who knows how to protect the safety of the division commander. Come on, you arrange for the troops to stay in the village. Remember, you are not allowed to harass the people. You have to pay for accommodation and food. In addition, arrange for separate

For a household, it is best for the owner to temporarily stay at someone else's house and prepare it for the teacher, and I can just follow him by myself!"

The further he walked into the mountain forest, the heavier Tang Qiuli's heart became, and the anticipation was mixed with pain. The snow under his feet kept "creeping, creaking". In the quiet pine forest, the empty mountain fields

For a while, it was lonely and desolate, like the sound of heavy drums, beating on his heart. When he reached a cliff, he stopped.

This place, for Tang Qiuli, is unforgettable. It was the place where the fourth detachment of the Bloody Hand Regiment, a unit escorting the wounded, fought a bloody battle with the Kwantung Army. All the soldiers of a squadron were killed in this encounter.

In the middle, Xiaoling, his most beloved wife, took her unborn child and jumped off the cliff, turning into an eternal tragedy between the white mountains and the black water, and became an indelible pain in his heart!

Tang Qiuli stroked away the thick snow, revealing a red rock. Then, he took off his hat and sat on the rock. On the edge of the cliff, he looked at the bottomless mountain stream and the solidified river.

On the snow-covered river, snowflakes fell on his cheeks, cold and gentle. He closed his eyes and tried to recall everything at that time. He didn't know what kind of thoughts his sister Ling had when she walked from the high cliff.

, jumping into the air?

At that moment, what was Sister Ling thinking? There must be her own figure. There is also an unborn child. And the figure jumping down from this ordinary mountain cliff in the Northeast has become an indelible image in her heart.

The pain, it still hurts till now, remember

Everything in the memory flowed vividly, two lines of tears fell silently, and the body was covered with snowflakes. The sound of the wind was still there, everything in the past had passed away, and Tang Qiuli solidified into a statue in the snow.

The statue seems to immortalize that moment!

Under a tall pine tree not far from him, Shan Hu silently looked at the figure covered with snowflakes, his eyes moist. Even if he was not in front of Tang Qiuli, Shan Hu could feel that,

Good brother, the pain that is solidified in the white snow and tears your heart!

After sitting in the snow for a long time, Tang Qiuli stood up, without shaking off the snow, and crawled along a path on the edge of the cliff towards the valley. Shanhu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and followed silently.

in the back.

When they reached the valley below the cliff, the originally light north wind howled into a roaring gale, rolling up clusters of snowflakes and blurring the field of vision. But even if he closed his eyes and used his heart, Tang Qiuli could still find the mountain.

The empty grave was a grave buried deep in his heart, where his most beloved person was buried, including a pistol he had used and a bright red scarf he had worn!

Nothing has changed. Maybe no one disturbs the tranquility of this inaccessible valley. The empty tomb stands surrounded by grass and beside the solidified yellow mud river. It is the same as before he left the Northeast. However, the surrounding

The wormwood has grown taller and denser, recording the passage of time and the loneliness of several years.

After six years of separation, returning here again opened the floodgates of Tang Qiuli's memory. The past rushed out like a tidal wave. He stepped lightly, fearing to wake up the soul that contained his grief. He bent down and opened his arms.

Embracing this tomb, although there was only a pistol and a scarf buried inside, it was all he had. Quietly, he didn't know if it was tears or melted snowflakes that wetted the skin on the tomb next to his cheek.

soil.

With the sound of the wind, a burst of suppressed crying floated into the distance, heartbreaking. After a long time, until the snowflakes once again merged him and the grave beneath him into one, Tang Qiuli began to pull out the graves one by one.

The surrounding weeds moved gently and slowly, as if they were afraid of hurting the one they loved and disturbing her sleep.

After pulling out the waist-deep weeds around him, Tang Qiuli sat on the ground in front of the tomb, lit a cigarette, and looked at it for a long time without saying a word. His eyes seemed to penetrate the soil, silently communicating with the deceased.

The lover communicated. At this moment, his heart was extremely peaceful, as if he had returned to his memory, the once warm embrace, all the pain seemed to dissipate with the wind, with a smile on his lips, he was immersed in the memories of the past!

On the banks of the Huangni River in southern Manchuria, the place of pain, the place of farewell, and his favorite, disappeared between the white mountains and black waters of the northeast. When he came again six years later, Tang Qiuli couldn't tell what kind of things he brought with him.

My mind seems to be saying goodbye to the past, and it seems that I want to bury an unforgettable memory deep in my heart again, maybe to find inner peace, maybe, and forgiveness.

Snowflakes were still flying, but the howling north wind was much weaker. There was silence between heaven and earth. Tang Qiuli and the tomb in front of him melted into one. The sky gradually darkened, heralding the arrival of another dusk, but he was still a

He remained motionless, seemingly unaware of the passage of time, as if he was in a dream, forgetting everything.

"There is a beautiful woman in the north, left behind and independent, looking at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. I would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again!" Tang Qiuli chanted in a long voice, repeating it over and over again in Tang Qiuli's mouth.

Just these few words, like crying and complaining, and the tears combined with the chanting, flowed in the flying snow in the sky, flowed in the long river of memory, and flowed deep in his heart.

"Creak, creak!" The footsteps stepped on the white snow and came behind him. Tang Qiu moved away, and a thick layer of snow fell from his body. "Huzi, you are still here!" Tang Qiu said

Li said calmly.

Shan Hu looked at the tomb and said: "Xiao Qiu, it's almost dark. You have been sitting in front of Xiao Ling's grave for several hours. Go back. If Xiao Ling is still alive, he will feel sorry for you when he sees you like this.

Yes, don’t let the special guards worry!”

Tang Qiuli's body trembled, and Shanhu helped him up from the snow. Suddenly, Tang Qiuli lay on Shanhu's shoulder, crying loudly, and said: "Huzi, I'm sorry for Sister Ling, she is alone."

Lying alone in the cold grave for more than six years

I didn't come back to see her for a long time. In the end, I didn't even find her body. There wasn't even a tombstone in front of her grave. If you and I died on the battlefield, who would know that Tang and I are buried here?

Qiu Li’s most beloved wife, the two items she carries with her!”

Like an elder brother, Shan Hu gently patted Tang Qiuli's back, silently comforting his grief-stricken brother in a man's way. The cry went away with the sound of the wind, leaving the snowflakes silent, and the cry was heartbreaking. , two brothers who are connected by flesh and blood, are in front of an empty grave, feeling each other's warmth together and everything they have experienced.

The sky was completely dark, and Tang Qiuli finally stopped crying, "Huzi, I feel much better, let's go!" He said in a calm tone.

The two brothers supported each other and walked back step by step. When they saw the dim lights of the small village at the foot of the mountain, Tang Qiuli said to Shan Hu: "Huzi, after you return to Fengtian, you have to do something Well, carve a tombstone in front of Sister Ling’s grave and write on it, ‘Independence Division soldier, beloved wife Zhang Xiaoling’s tomb, husband Tang Qiuli stands here!’ In addition, I will personally spend a sum of money and you can arrange it yourself. The local government is building a cemetery by the Huangni River!"

"There are pine and birch trees all around, and flowers should be planted. How can there be no flowers around Sister Ling? She likes the wild flowers in the mountains of our hometown the most. Yes, they should be planted with wild flowers. I want Sister Ling to come here." Every spring, seeing wild flowers all over the mountains and plains is a little part of my heart!"

Shanhu squeezed Tang Qiuli's cold hand tightly and replied: "Xiaoqiu, don't worry, I will make the arrangements myself!"

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the two people discovered that more than a dozen special guards were fully armed and covered with snow. They were looking anxiously at the entrance of the village. When they saw the figures of the two people, they hurriedly gathered around. The captain of the special guard team said with relief: " Thank God, division commander, captain, you are back and did not make me anxious to death. If you had not come back, we would have gone into the mountains to look for you!"

Tang Qiuli did not explain anything, but said with a hint of exhaustion in his tone: "Everyone has worked hard along the way. We will rest in the village tonight and return to Fengtian tomorrow!"

In this ordinary small village in Nanman, Tang Qiuli was lying on the hot stove, not sleepy. The north wind outside the window mixed with the sound of pines and waves, passing by in waves, like roaring and complaining, and snowflakes fluttered on the window paper. , making a rustling sound, and the slight sound of the special guards on guard outside stepping on the snow could be clearly heard in his ears. Although he had not had a good rest for two or three days, his mood was very active.

What is more in my heart is a kind of relaxation, the relaxation of letting go of the burden. I don’t know when it became hazy. In the dream, that figure curled up from the horizon, close and far away, but as clear as if it was right beside me, like a tentacle. Ke Zhi, with his usual gentle smile, drifted away again, "Sister Ling, don't leave!" Tang Qiuli shouted loudly.

"Huh!" Tang Qiuli suddenly woke up, sat up, and shook his head. Everything just happened, as if it had really happened. Outside the window, there was a bright morning sun. The sunlight penetrated the window paper, making him squint his eyes. It’s been snowing for a few days, it’s stopped, and it’s sunny!

Farewell to the simple villagers in the mountain village, facing the bright red morning sun, Tang Qiuli and Shan Hu set off on the road back to Fengtian. Before leaving, Tang Qiuli left two hundred yuan for the villagers. The child appears in the ocean.

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