Zhui Xu

At night, heavy rain fell from the window and dispelled the annoying heat. The room was lit with warm light, the red was holding a needle thread, and a piece of clothing was being sewn. The clothes should have been the robes of the book, but because of Ning Yi’s insistence, it finally became the “handsome knight suit” designed by Ning Yi. The reason is that the red is a woman, and the man is also the man’s clothing. it is good.

As far as the red person is concerned, I don’t think that there is any difference between a woman and an ordinary person. In her eyes, perhaps Ning Yi is more like a scholar than a **** person. During the wedding, the two moved out and lived in several other houses. This is what the old man Liang Bingfu insisted. After getting married, there should be some space to get along with. Some people living in the yard are too unsightly after all. The old man’s inconvenience even included him, and sometimes they went to accompany the old man for dinner, and the old man would let them go back to eat. And Liang Bingfu thinks that she should have this privilege as the owner of the village.

For this reason, the two moved to a few quiet old houses on the side of the mountainside. They overlooked the entire Qingmu Village, but not many people could see their lives. Once in the evening, it will become a small world for both.

On the half of the day, they accompanied Liang Bingfu back after dinner. Half of the days were cooking here. Ning Yi is a character that doesn't get tired of eating. The red is very rough. Therefore, at dinner, Ning Yi often cooks and cooks two small dishes. The red is responsible for cooking, firing, washing dishes and so on. Although he has taken most of the housework, he still feels that Ning Yi’s cooking is his incompetence, but he has been in the mountains for so many years. Even if she wants to go to school, she can't be a big cook.

It may not be appropriate to say that respecting each other, because Ning Yi’s behavior is often a bit arrogant and outrageous, but in life, the case is eyebrows and the shadows follow. The newly married couple really feel satisfied and happy in this kind of life. Compared with the Su family of the cloth family, the red needlework technique is not too good, but for a man, he has a pair of soles and a dress. . It is also a source of satisfaction and happiness for women in the mountains.

After dinner, the two walked around for a walk. Or go down to the stockade and say hello to the people you know. When the lights in the evening light up, the red is under the lamp to make needlework, and occasionally look at the man who is reading or writing next to him. Sometimes chatting. Together, I will talk about the wishes I have had in the past and the slang about the future. Sometimes. I will also do something special and only belong to the husband and wife.

Ning Yi is essentially a man with a very pleasant character and a wild personality, although it is hidden under the mild and indifferent appearance - it is only because it is experienced again, many things are lightly seen - but for those around you. But there is no need to face it like this. Sometimes there will be some extraordinary and even slightly abnormal thoughts. The red temperament is mild, and it is inevitable that he will be bullied in silence and rebellion.

In fact, in the heart, she can't talk about rejecting Ning Yi's excessive demands on her. She just feels shy, shy, and particularly ashamed. Ning Yi tells her that "others are like this." She also has to be a city. The big family is like this, and then they feel blushing. But no one around the corner, blushing in front of his own man, perhaps it is also the life of the wife's natural experience.

The lights are warm, the night of whispering, sometimes even the heat will fade. This kind of thing happens every other day or two, when she massages for Ning Yi to push the palace. At this time, the two are already husband and wife. In order to alleviate the massage of the six-way body damage, it is often not a simple massage. Sometimes, according to Ning Yi, there is some reaction, and some of them have been activated. I can bear the bitter fruit of being bullied by the face.

Or when it was late at night, the red was filled with water in the tub, and when Ning Yi took a bath, Ning Yi often refused to let her go. She had to undress in the room. Ning Yi solved the tether of the apron for her. She put the clothes and the apron and the trousers on the side, and then walked over Ning Yi's gaze and went into the water.

After getting along for a long time, because Ning Yi often regards her as a woman, she occasionally whispers: "You will bully the man..." and then reddish cheeks. However, this kind of blush is only when Ning Yi looks at her. When the two figures are attached together and the skin is blind, she no longer feels ashamed, but only feels the husband and wife's duty.

When the rain is sunny, the people living in the cottage quietly change the shape of the stockade, and gradually clear the mountain road... For both of them, there is actually a cognition that is placed in the heart: Ning Yi will go back to Liang Liang sooner or later, and the red figure still has to guard her stockade. The future between the two will probably still be more and more. Therefore, the red cherished the clothes for him, made the shoes and made shoes. The red mention can be ashamed, but it does not resist the acceptance of Ning Yi's various requirements, accepting those who are too disgusting to get along, and there should be some reasons.

Sometimes, when I dream back at midnight, Ning Yi thinks about it and thinks that he can't help but mention it. If possible, he sometimes wants to stay here forever, staying in this war-torn cottage, accompanied by a woman who has experienced countless sufferings but is still strong and docile. Looking back, for everyone around him, he also has such an imagination, if there is no wife Su Tan, he may accompany Yunzhu to live in his land, if only Su Tan, he may comfortably accompany her Taking care of the family, if he encounters Liu watermelon early, he may accompany her to take care of the tyrants, or be wandering around the world, and be willing to enmity. And if Red is going back to Qingmu Village early in the morning, he may now be rooted here. Among them, there are also children, Jiner, etc.

Of course, in such an expectation, he may also encounter other women who make him tempted. A man always seems to be fancy. If he is in the future, he has to make a choice, and then feel the regrets and happiness after the choice. Of course, under the expansion of money and power, he can only enjoy the satisfaction of the sensuality and no longer be attached to the feelings. In such an era, he can certainly get along with them in a just way, but he can only feel the feelings of guilty after each owe.

As long as it is in the world. After all, there is no such thing as absolute perfection. In such a situation, greed is also a good thing, and this is the only direction he can take. In the meantime, the things of the Wu Dynasty, the things of the Jin State, and even the things of Genghis Khan in Mongolia, the things of the little Luliang Mountain, the things of the Xiangfu and the things that are half-baked, have been mixed. What will happen in the future, but even he himself will not be able to see clearly.

At the end of June, at the beginning of July, the leader of the remnant of the Liao State, who was aware of the fighting power of Qingmu Village, was named Ma Jun. He sent a messenger to come over to Qingmu Village. The next step is the negotiation under the control of Ning Yi. The preparation for "smashing the big cock" is becoming more and more day by day with the increase of items such as eucalyptus guns and mines. Although it will take a while, the future results will only become clearer.

The night when the heavy rain fell in early July. Ning Yi was in his arms, and he only wore a red pocket in his apron and opened his eyes from his sleep. I heard the noise from the distant yard. The two wore clothes. When they flew out and came to the courtyard of Liang Bingfu, the old man was already caught in a suspended animation. He seemed to want to get up and drink water in his sleep, but he was stuck in his throat with a sip, coughing twice, and alerted the little black that was guarding outside.

The red massage was massaged on the old man's chest, and then two shots were taken. The unconscious old man would spit out from the throat. For the past few days, this is not the first time the old man has been so weak. Sometimes he swallows porridge and he will be smashed by the porridge. After this time, the body of the old man can only move for two hours a day. Sometimes he can walk with a cane, sometimes lying on a chair, and then slumbering to sleep. When I woke up, it might be the dusk of the second day.

For the idea that the red reminder came close to take care of him, Liang Bingfu still refused. When he was conscious, he was very happy with everything, watching the development of the stockade, watching the children running, and sometimes giving the chasing children some naughty little ideas. In his body, there is no majesty and shelf that was supported by the original, and there is no huge weight for shouldering responsibility.

He also mentioned the desire to go to the old village to see.

As a result of the red mention, Ning Yi actually knows that Liang Bingfu’s stay in the old village is not long. One day they took a shower under the eaves. Ning Yi took the opportunity to ask: "Is the old man very familiar with Duan Yunjie?"

The old man thought for a while and didn't know what he was thinking. Then he shook his head and smiled: "Not very familiar."

A few days later, with the consent of Red, they finally drove the best carriage and went all the way to the old village. When I got up in the morning, the old man looked very spirited and put on a brand new, neat book robe, but he could only be mentally for a while, chatting with Ning Yi for a while in the carriage, and he fell asleep. Red is guarding the side, adjusting the operation of blood for the elderly. The old man occasionally went to sleep, and occasionally he woke up because of the bumps. On this afternoon, they returned to the old village that was the original body of Qingmu Village.

A piece of the building has been refurbished, some houses have been built, people have come in, and the barriers and defenses have been built. Fu Duanyun still lives here, although she can greet some people occasionally, but she is still not good, her body is dirty, the house smells bad, and the tone of talking with people is very bitter.

When the carriage passed, they saw that Fu Duanyun was greeting the former neighbor and said something that seemed normal. The old man has already woken up, looked at it all plainly, and then let the carriage drive over. At this time, Ning Yi knew that he was really unfamiliar with Fu Duanyun.

"I have been in Luliangshan for so many years. I have never seen anything. Duanyun is really pitiful, but... everyone is not doing well..."

In the Lvliang Mountain for so many years, the people who have been moved by Ning Yi, such as Fu Duanyun’s life or tragedy, have seen a lot of old people, and they are hard to be tempted again...

He only got off the car at the house where he once lived. The house has been smashed and has not yet started to be built. It seems that even if it is intact, it is just two simple earth houses. He walked up with a cane, waved the red lift, closed his eyes and took a breath, then trembled to the side of the soil, sitting with his hands on the crutches.

"Liheng, red, you go out and walk. The old man is sitting here." The old man waved his hand and looked into the side. "Red, take Liheng to visit your home..."

Red and Ning Yi still went out, leaving Xiaohe to be on the sidelines, but the two did not go too far. They sat down in a place not far from the old man. Just sit down, red lifted his hands and grabbed Ning Yi's clothes, leaning his head against his chest and crying silently. Ning Yi caressed her hair.

"If I don't come... he may have stayed longer..."

As the great master of martial arts, whether it is red, Lin, or Zen, these people are well aware of the human body. The old man has been exhausted for more than ten years. He is not a smart person, but he has taken responsibility with his own life. Over the years, the red man can take care of his health. However, it is impossible to estimate the exhaustion of a person’s oil after his life has burned out.

He is not trapped in a physical accident. It just came to the end of life.

Of course, as Ning Yi said, if he did not arrive at this time, Liang Bingfu, who was supported by a sigh of relief, might still be able to support for several months. Even half a year or even a year. But Ning Yi came here. The things in the heart of the old man. Finally it will be put down. He has finished the most calm and fulfilling period of his life, and will complete his fulfillment for a lifetime.

The sunset gradually began to glow like a fire, and there was no police voice on the black side. When Ning Yi and the red came back, the old man was lying in a chair, in the ruins, like sleeping, and remembering something. However, when he heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes again and woke up. He smiled at the two, lying there, holding the two hands and overlapping.

He recalled the days of the past and said something about the past.

"...In fact, I am not familiar with your master... I am just a foreign scholar, your master, she... I respect him very much, but we are not very familiar, now think about it, In addition to official business, private words, but did not say a lot..."

"...but I think she trusts me very much. I think this feeling is right....She sometimes comes to care about my life, red, you know, although the people in the stockade are hungry, But when your master was there, I was not hungry..."

"...the number of times she came is not too much, private affairs, business affairs... I live in the room, the door is over there... She comes from the doorway, sometimes sitting, taking a sip of water, sometimes I am very anxious and gone. I am... I want to say a few more words with her..."

"...My talent is very poor...Reading, studying, and being an official... I haven’t done anything. Red, your master... Your master gave me such a heavy burden, she... she will It won’t be the wrong person, she... she just died so confused...”

"... ah... you two are going to be good, you have to be good... live well, see you can be together, I... I am so happy..."

The old man’s speech is intermittent, sometimes with his eyes closed, like falling into a deep sleep, then opening his eyes. He looked at the sunset at first, but gradually, his eyes were already stunned, and he didn't know where he was looking. After the two of them lived well, the old man was quiet in the confusion for a long time, suddenly struggling for a moment, seems to want to sit up, and then lie down.

"Ah, do you see it..." he whispered, his eyes looking into the distance, just looking like that, going back to the end of memory and time, "That day... we, we met the stables I am going to die...but she just came out like that, she is holding a sword, ah, ah... she... so beautiful... I... I... always..."

The voice of the old man paused here, and the sunset glows like the tides of the sky. At this moment, life has left permanently from his body.

The red cry came out.

In our lives, sometimes we meet someone, she appears like lightning, just like that, changed our life.

Not far from this day, it is also the day in July, in the north, in the hall where the lights are burning, another old man is talking to a group of people at the bedside.

The body of the old man has already come to an end since he fell off immediately two months ago.

The Jurchens before the Jin Dynasty were just a few tribes that were weak and loose in the bitter cold of the Northeast. They struggled to survive in the Black Mountain of Baishan, and lived like a slave in the oppression of the Liao people. In the second year of the Qing Dynasty in Liao, Emperor Tiandi summoned the Jurchen chief to come to the DPRK, and ordered the chiefs to dance and enjoy the music. Only the Jurchen chief named Wan Yan A Bing refused. In another two years, Wanyan Agu hit the 2,500 female Jewish soldiers and went through Ningjiang Prefecture to expand to 3,700 people. Then he went to the river shop and won the battle for 100,000 Liao soldiers. Then he started the Jurchen. The true myth that is invincible is also the prelude to the ruin of Liao.

Longitudinal and horizontal, Hummer’s life, when a nation is weak and slave, with great will and strength to prop up the prosperity of the entire nation and hold up the ridge of prosperity. For the nation of Jurchen, he is a well-deserved hero. For the whole era, he is also the most shining star, a generation of arrogance!

His path has come to an end here, and the ones around him are the sons and tribes that make him proud, Wan Yanzong, Wan Yan Zongwang, Wan Yan Zongtang, Wan Yan Zongtang, Wan Yan Zongjun... 阇 阇 阇, ​​完 娄 娄, Wan Yan Xi Yin, Wan Yan Lu, silver surgery, resignation, pull out speed ... they exist in the side of this hero, to test, inherit the fire, is the most embarrassing of the end of the family Stars and assistants.

In the snow and ice, they will be killed, and the wolf kings in the world will fall asleep. However, as long as these people are in the place, they are still the smoke of the sky, and the real smoldering is like a tiger!

In the solemn atmosphere of the whole hall, the old man on the bed said a lot to the people at the bedside. Even at such a moment, his thoughts are still clear, but occasionally he will fall into silence and short sleep, and the night is dark, people Can hear the whistling sound of the flame outside the temple. At some point, the old man opened his eyes again and looked at the top, quietly thinking about something. In the terrible silence, the sons and ministers near the bed came close, and heard a low, weak but simple voice.

"...When the levy has been completed, it is possible to take the Wu Dynasty..."

In the night, this is a simple one of the many things he explained. The person at the bed nodded and then listened to him and said something else.

In the early hours of the morning, Wanyan Agu was killed, and then succeeded, the four brothers of A-Bing, Wan Yan Wu, bought, became the second emperor of the Golden State, and the king of the world.

The wind blew over 10,000 miles.

Knowing that the news of Yan Yan's death was finally dead, the Wu Dynasty courts were all in private, and one of the most terrible opponents they thought was finally leaving the world.

Two months later, Lu Liang danced in the late autumn with golden leaves. In the morning, in the old village, Fu Duanyun woke up from his sleep and saw his house.

She walked out of the door, as usual, walking around in the newly built village. Someone greeted her as usual. She smiled a little and nodded accordingly.

She cleaned up the room, washed her clothes, and bathed herself. In the past few years, in addition to the most tragic memories she experienced, she has become clean again. In the afternoon, when I saw her, I realized that the villagers who seemed to be wrong were finally decided to go to Qingmu Village to report the red. That evening, the red reminder had not arrived yet. The villagers saw her holding her knees. As usual, sitting on the breakthrough of the village entrance, wide-eyed, watching the yellow leaves fall, watching the return of the distant mountains~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sometimes there are smiles on my face.

At some point, she seemed to see something, her face showed an indescribable smile, stood up, and walked two steps forward. She reached out in the direction of the yellow leaves falling.

She fell on the **** and never opened her eyes again.

......

Yes, my mother... I am back...

......

The wind ignited the dawn of the spring, scrolling the thunderstorms of summer, rolling the yellow leaves of autumn, rolling the ice and snow of winter, rolling in and rolling away.

An old era is about to pass, and before the new era, people will experience countless wars and conflicts, countless grief and desolateness.

Just because the world is like a stove.

And everything is copper. (To be continued.)

Ps: It is another chapter of nearly six thousand words, asking for a monthly ticket.