I am Wu Dalang, starting with Pan Jinlian

Wu Fei waved his hand, signaling Huzi to take all the special products and share them with the villagers, and don't just worry about eating for himself.Hu Zi still had gravy on his hands, so he wiped his cuff casually, grinned, agreed clearly, and went with the bag.

The village elder looked at his cheerful back with a smile, and happily said to Wu Fei: "Strong man, you have brought blessings to Niujia Village. Now there are rice, meat and wine, so I will stay to watch a bonfire at night." Evening party, it can be regarded as a little sympathy from our village, and I hope that I will never dislike the kindness of a strong man."

Wu Fei was not a hypocritical person at all, so he agreed immediately.Mrs. Sun stood there looking at the solid figure, the emotion in her gentle eyes seemed to be a little different...

The night is shrouded, and the bright moon is in the sky.The beating flames, as if they were about to soar into the sky, clustered in clusters, stirring the black.

The villagers filled the tables early, spread clean sackcloth, served good wine and good meat, sat around the campfire, talked, laughed and danced.All of a sudden, high-pitched singing, noisy laughter and fierce dance steps mixed together, making it very lively.

The villagers thought of Wu Fei's benefactor, and came up to greet and toast from time to time, and Wu Fei also responded one after another. Only Mrs. Sun, who was sitting silently by the side, could see from Wu Fei's eyes looking at the moon while holding a wine glass, I saw a little melancholy and sentimental.

When will the bright moon shine now, don't ask about the future and ask about the present.The end of the Song Dynasty was in decline, and now the Great Song Dynasty was at the end of its strength, and Wu Fei was counting the days.Seeing that these innocent and kind-hearted people will suffer under the iron hooves of war, Wu Fei raised his head and smothered his throat with a sip of strong wine, the stimulating and strong aroma of the wine permeated his heart.

"Withered vines, old trees, dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, ancient roads, westerly winds and thin horses, the sun sets, heartbroken people are in the end of the world..." A high-pitched ditty with a long ancient rhyme, uttered from Wu Fei's magnetic voice , which attracted Sun, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but look sideways.

"Engong, the lyrics are really nice, do you have a name?"

Wu Fei was taken aback, and replied: ""Tianjingsha, Autumn Thoughts"" I had only heard the tune on TV before, and I sang it suddenly.

Mrs. Sun looked at him with more admiration: "Grandfather, you are truly a man of God. Not only are you skilled in martial arts, but you are also so talented in writing and ink. The little girl admires you!" After speaking, she wanted to toast him.

Wu Fei straightened his back and said indifferently, "Ma'am, you don't have to be like this. I'm just a martial artist. How can I know anything about elegance? I'm just talking nonsense while looking at this moonlit night." Filling himself with wine with one hand, looking up The head is full again.

Mrs. Sun took a few sips of wine, followed Wu Fei's eyes, and looked at the bright and dazzling moon, and broke Wu Fei's mind with one word: "Did you miss your family?"

Wu Fei paused slightly, and nodded without hiding it from her.

Mrs. Sun couldn't help getting closer, but sat next to him in a well-behaved way: "Where does Mr. En's family live?"

Wu Fei closed his eyes, looked down at the wine glass: "A place far away."

Sun continued: "Since En Gong is homesick, why don't you go back and have a look?"

Wu Fei casually took the wine jar brought by the village elder, directly discarded the unsatisfactory small wine glass, held the wine jar and drank it down. Finally, he wiped his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief: "Probably, I can't go back. Alright..."

Sun didn't quite understand Wu Fei's sudden words, and guessed that something happened to his hometown. After all, this era is not peaceful.

Mrs. Sun is a smart woman. Thinking that the atmosphere was not right, she stopped pursuing this matter and changed the subject: "Grandpa, what are your plans for the future?"

In Sun's view, Wu Fei has an extraordinary bearing. He is not just someone who is willing to spend his whole life in this Niujia village. How big!
Wu Fei stared at the dancing flames in the bonfire, and pursed his lips: "In the future?" As he spoke, he couldn't help clenching his fists: "Jingkang's shame is still unsettled! When will the hatred of the courtiers be extinguished!"

The passionate tone is full of enthusiasm, showing the attitude and belief of a man galloping on the battlefield.

Although Sun still doesn't understand what Wu Fei said about "Jingkang Shame", the fortitude and firmness of this man, the kind of courage that seems to be born with him, has deeply attracted her.Sun couldn't help but stared at the side face of the man next to him under the light of the fire, and stared at it for a while.

It wasn't until Wu Fei felt that the scorching gaze couldn't be ignored that he couldn't help reminding: "Madam, it's getting dark, you'd better go back and rest earlier."

As if waking up someone in a dream with a single word, Sun's whole body trembled.Since ancient times, women have followed the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, but now that her husband has just passed away, she has a different idea. It is really shameless...

"Okay, benefactor, you should also go to bed early." Secretly suppressing the waves in her heart, Sun got up as if fleeing, for fear that others would see the flush on his face.

Wu Fei drank a jar of wine alone, did not notice Sun's gaffe, but thought in his heart that the Song he saw in front of him was the real Song.

It has been more than a month since the inexplicable airborne to this place.Wu Fei likes history and is familiar with history, but the Great Song Dynasty here, although the Great Song Dynasty is recorded in the AD year, what Wu Fei sees is obviously different from what is recorded in the records.

Although the Song Dynasty is not as prosperous as the Tang Dynasty, it can be regarded as a period of Qingping and prosperity in history.Song Huizong was in power, but Cai Jing was actually the regent, and the "six thieves" messed up the court. It is not surprising that the Northern Song Dynasty will present the current situation where the people are struggling to live and the country is exhausted.But from the mouths of the villagers in Niujia Village and from all around, I learned that the Great Song Dynasty did not only wither in the past two years, but the root of the disaster that had been planted earlier had sprouted, and now it has borne fruit...

Wu Fei thought about it, thinking that the wonderful Song Dynasty, which was so colorful in the history books, became a joke in front of his own eyes, and the stubbornness in Wu Fei's bones followed the drunkenness. Woke up.

Wu Fei threw the drunk wine jug onto the dry ground, and fell heavily. A carp stood up and roared towards the moon.

At first, the villagers were taken aback by his actions, and then they were moved by his passionate emotions. They came back to their senses, and each of them drank some wine. Their blood was instantly ignited, and they all fell down. Wine jars, dancing and shouting around the strong beating bonfire.

Moonlight also seemed to be taken aback, shivering under the cover of dark clouds.

That night, in Wu Fei's dream, there were gold and iron horses, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the homeland in the bones of soldiers...