Zhui Xu

Turn around the lane, cross the long street, and run through the gradually floating city.

Surrounded by wild scenery.

The two figures one in front and one behind slowed down, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard by a narrow alley.

The wooden door outside has long disappeared, and the house in the yard has collapsed, and there are traces left by the owner's hastily leaving, and it may have been patronized by beggars or thieves.

"No one." The wounded boy stated so.

His face was wiped with plaster, and a beggar-like figure helped him in.

Check yards and crumbling buildings for anything that can be used. The pots and pans have long since disappeared, and all that remains in the house is some firewood. The blood-stained boy didn't move quickly, but the little beggar found half of an earthen pot in the mud in the corner with swift hands and feet.

There is still some water in a broken well in the yard, but only the well rope, the bucket is gone, the little beggar untied the burden skin, made a small net to cover the earthen jar, then lowered it with the well rope, fetched some water, and cleaned it. The crock is ready to boil water. The boy lit a fire under the shelf of the collapsed house, talking about the next steps to deal with the wound.

Since he was going to participate in the battle, he didn't bring much stuff with him. At this time, he only had a few knives and some wound medicine left on him. The severe bleeding wounds suffered during the battle have already been dealt with in an emergency, and at this time, a relatively delicate finish is required. Needless to say, internal injuries will require a period of recovery. The teenagers and girls who had a strange relationship in the Southwest had no time to reminisce about the past at this time. The teenager talked about the steps of healing with a cold attitude, and the little beggar bowed his head to do things. Although I don’t know if she understands or not, but it’s nothing to look at. error.

The flame rose and boiled the water in the crock. The boy tried to tear off the blood-stained clothes. The little beggar washed his hands at his order and came to help him. When the boy handed her the scalpel, Slightly stunned.

"What, what's the matter..."

Knowing that the little beggar was covered with plaster, he washed off the black mud on his face when he ran to wash his hands. Now he was squatting in front of him, his face like a melon seed was elegant and quiet, and the hair on the side of his face was stained. For some reason, it reminded him of small flowers in the field in spring, or dandelions floating in the wind.

Ah, it's that little...little bitch...

"It's nothing..." He shook his head, "...If you can't tear it off, just cut it."

"Um."

She nodded and began to work cautiously.

Outside the courtyard, the noise of the city could be heard from afar, but it might be because of the turmoil of the army and everyone was in a hurry to get out of the city. The courtyard, where the houses had collapsed, looked quiet in the afternoon sun. Some parts of the clothes had even scabbed over, and blood inevitably flowed out. She looked at him from time to time, but his eyes were calm and unmoved.

Of course the pain is painful, but for some reason, looking at the strange yet familiar face in front of him, he felt a little reluctant to speak.

He picked out broken bamboo sticks from some of the wounds. It looked quite miserable, and the girl's hands were stained with a lot of blood.

Treat the wound again, stop the bleeding, and apply medicine. In some wounds, the young man burned the knife red and burned it, and then spread a layer of medicinal powder. The girl tore open the tattered clothes she carried in her bag and bandaged him—she had disguised herself as a beggar and returned to the south of the Yangtze River for a while, and all she took with her was two tattered beggar clothes. One was torn open, and the other was ready for the boy to put on.

"Aren't you going to Taihu Lake? Why did you come to Jiangning?" He asked casually as the wound was about to be bandaged.

"Ah..." The girl was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head, "Go, come here, I won't be able to go past."

"Yeah." The boy nodded.

After coming out of the southwest, I thought of the girl I met in Chengdu several times, but only the image of the other party flashed across my mind, and I couldn't start the real deduction. After all, in troubled times, even for martial arts practitioners, it is extremely difficult to walk. The "little dog" in Chengdu is just a weak woman, and if she goes out of the southwest, what is the probability of her surviving...he doesn't want to think about it.

After all, given the size of the world, no matter whether the other party lives or dies, the two parties will probably never see each other in this lifetime.

But in the depths of my heart, there are actually some unclear thoughts. When I think about it many years later, they are young people's yearning and sustenance for youth. deep traces...

"...Then why did you run to the edge of the battlefield?"

he asked.

The girl lowered her head.

"I...I saw your name in the newspaper these days, I know you are in the city..."

"Newspaper...um..."

The expression on the boy's face changed for a moment, and then red and white colors surged alternately. After a while, he let out a "wow" and spit out blood. The girl's expression suddenly became anxious, and she was in a hurry: "You...you you you...what's wrong with you..."

"Pfft... Internal, internal injuries... It's okay... It's okay..."

He spat blood into the yard, panting heavily to calm down. Outside the courtyard, there seemed to be a crowd of people passing by in a panic. He pressed the girl's hand with a serious expression on his face.

"It's okay...don't panic...don't panic..."

After a while, the people outside the yard passed by, the girl dressed him in tattered clothes, and the two of them sat together under the ruined house. Looking around, the sun in the sky is emitting a little warmth, and the withered autumn grass in the yard is growing out of lumps of soil and bluestones, and the autumn wind is slowly stroking them. The two sat under the collapsed house, and the girl began to ramble about what had happened since she left the Southwest.

From Aunt Gu's arrangement, to her study with the Huaxia Military Caravan, to her gradual departure from the group, encountered robbery, learned to pretend to be a beggar, and later met a "noble man" and was called Huo Qinghua's aunt took him in, and became a "little scholar" who read books and newspapers in the courtyard of "Bai Luosha", and survived so bumpily and tenaciously until now.

She talked to herself, and told her little benefactor who came from Southwest, and finally reunited, about the hardships and hardships along the way. During the time in Chengdu, she might not be able to see it, but it was not until she left Chengdu that the girl was able to clearly realize that although the "little benefactor" in the southwest seemed a little indifferent, he actually treated her very well. Well, he gave himself a book like "Women Can Hold Up Half the Sky", perhaps because he couldn't get used to being too delicate, but out of the tolerance of the Huaxia Army, he saved himself like a kitten or a puppy.

Even at this moment, she was still a little in awe of this "Little Long Benefactor", because the other party still had a straight face. Although his appearance was not scary, and occasionally even made people feel a little cute, but The one in front of me is still an out-and-out Huaxia Army soldier, even bleeding so much and using a soldering iron to burn the wound without changing his face. Under the cute appearance, he is really much better than himself.

When she came to Jiangning, the silver on her body was basically gone, only a few land deeds brought out from the southwest remained, and in the current troubled times, she already knew that there was no possibility of cashing them. But even so, at this moment, she stated her progress as if she was facing her peers and elders, but there was a tranquility in her heart that she had not felt for several months.

Speaking of Huo Qinghua, talking about the small courtyard, talking about the life and death of those "Bai Luocha", in the end, the small courtyard is gone, and Aunt Huo died in the internal strife of the Fair Party. There is no order here, no Good guys and bad guys, the girl hugged her knees, and at the end, she didn't know where to go, but she just heard that the Huaxia Army had arrived in Jiangning, so she wanted to take a look...

"...But, you...how did you come out? Why...don't you join those people..." she asked in a low voice at the end.

Ning Ji was silent for a moment: "I still have something to do, so I can't go back."

"Oh." The girl nodded.

"... If you don't know where to go, then let's go together." There was another silence, and finally Ning Ji turned his face into a steel plate, trying to say this sentence calmly.

"OK."

"…I mean, if you're not...if you want to follow them...well, never mind."

"…Um."

"...the newspapers are full of lies."

"Well, I already knew that."

"good."

The boy pursed his lips and nodded.

Then change the name...

He made a decision in his mind.

After the healing was over, Qu Longjun began to cook some dry food that he carried with him into a small pot of porridge, and got busy. The autumn wind blew across the courtyard, even in the dead grass in late autumn, there were small yellow flowers swaying, Ning Ji looked at the figure of the girl, and finally gradually began to recall the scene of Xue Jin dying on the road.

I don't know what the battle has turned into. Uncle Chen Fan and the others don't know if they can successfully suppress Lin Zongwu. The broken Jiang Ning may become even more broken, but it doesn't matter. The old Su family compound has long since become A piece of ruins, after another round of washing, probably even those traces will not be left, and those people my parents once knew, like Xue Jin, may also be scattered in this chaotic age.

When I go back in the future and talk about this period with my father, aunt, and mother, they will probably feel sad too. Maybe... I can save myself a beating?

There is also the little bald head. I didn't expect him to be Fatty Lin's disciple. This is really a coincidence. His nature is not bad, and he will cry for a while, but in the future... Maybe he will be killed by Fatty Teach me to be a bad person, and when we meet again in the future, I don't know what to say. It is certain that he will be beaten up, but I am not afraid of him. When the time comes to beat him half to death, if he is spared once, it will be regarded as the most benevolent.

In addition, it is really about Uncle Chen Fan and the others, Uncle Qian, Aunt Qi, Hei Niu, Xiao Hei, Yuwen Fit, and Uncle Chen Fan...all are here, all are here...he thought of this, I feel a little overwhelmed.

It is impossible to go back, my reputation will be ruined by them this time. Originally, he escaped from the southwest because of such shameful slander. Now that Yu Xiaoer, that bitch, has no news. Uncle Qian Bashu and the others will bring back their feats in Jiangning when they go back:

"He's called the Five Foot Y Demon."

"Five feet is five of one, two, three, four, five..."

"He went outside and immediately spoiled another girl..."

"Chen Fan saw it with his own eyes..."

"Your son doesn't really have this hobby..."

…

Thinking about it, I feel that the Southwest is going to become a **** on earth.

Before he achieves the level of fame as the number one in the world, I am afraid that he really can't go back.

Of course, perhaps we should let Bashu Qian and the others bring peace to themselves...

The setting sun was changing, he was thinking about these things in his heart, looking at the figure busy beside the crock, he was not too confused about the decision not to go back.

There is nothing wrong with reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles. Maybe when my father sends his troops to the south of the Yangtze River to save the world, he will be strong and strong and invincible, and then he will be able to help his father and elder brother to do something truly great.

At this moment, he thought so.

Of course, not long after, it was night, and in a courtyard in the north of the city, Chen Fan, Qian Luoning, Xiao Qi, Hei Niu and others also chatted about his journey to gain such fame as he expected. .

In another place to the west of the city, facing the bonfire, the huge monk was also quietly listening to his disciples telling the story of him walking the rivers and lakes with the Chinese army boy Long Aotian during this period of time. Not far in front of them, the members of the Great Brightness Sect were facing Wang Nanda's mourning hall, chanting the mighty scriptures.

In the noisy and loud sound, the choked voice of the little monk was like a ripple in the torrent of the vast sea. Lin Zongwu listened to all this quietly...

In this world, all life is like an insignificant drop in this vast ocean. At this moment, the sea covered with dark clouds is surging, and the torrential rain is about to fall in a hurricane. Who can notice the small drop in this ocean?

Just like senior sister Si Kongnan and junior brother Wang Nanda, UU reading www.uukanshu. After flying for a short time, they finally went to the forgotten abyss.

In the blink of an eye, the life that was once full of the future has disappeared without a trace in the heavy rain of this world.

Thinking of this, he was overwhelmed with grief.

"Amitabha."

The huge figure touched the little bald donkey's shoulder and sighed slightly.

"It's the course of life."

he said.

I know, wait and see, let's update it first.

(end of this chapter)

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