How much do you know about the flowers in the dreams of Water Margin fans?

A patter of cold rain has been dripping silently since dawn.The sky is a deep and solemn blue, and the rain is piercingly cold.

In front of Liangshan Dazhai, tens of thousands of soldiers are ready to go, and the queue is neat, regardless of the drizzle that is falling.The flag that had been hoisted high had been untied, and it was held up by the flag guards. The apricot brocade cloth was wetted by the rain, and the four characters "Walk the Way for the Sky" embroidered with black wool became more eye-catching.Liang Shan's generals rode in front of the formation on horseback, neatly attired, and everyone didn't seem to have too much expression, but Yingyi's figure showed a unique sadness in the rain.

Soon, it will be the end of everything.

Standing on the mountain pavilion not far away, Mengyun stared at him on horseback for a long time, as if he wanted to see him into his eyes.A few years later, he still did not change his appearance when we first met, his brows were as picturesque as before, revealing a faint elegance.There is always a clear and shallow smile in the bottomless eyes that are as deep as midnight, like cold or warm, like the clear moon on a winter night.At this time, the young general, with a silver spear and white feathers, sat down on a white horse whose silver mane was like snow, and condensed in the rain into a sword to test the elegance of the world.

After so many years, who will be dressed in white clothes in the world?

At this moment, she was very envious of those heroic female generals, envied that they could march with the army like her husband, but she couldn't.She doesn't know martial arts, hasn't seen Scarlet, and doesn't even know how to ride a horse. He won't even let her touch anything about the battlefield.He said, this is not what you should bear. He said, from now on, you just have to smile like a flower, and I will conquer the world for you.

He is used to carrying it alone, but he never asks how long he can carry it and whether he will be tired.

"Sister, what time is it? Why isn't Brother Song here yet?" Looking at the people below who had been drenched in the rain for a long time, Yue Li couldn't help feeling anxious.After Mengyun was reminded by her, she realized that the army drum had been beaten three times, but Song Jiang hadn't appeared for a long time.Relying on the fact that the generals of Liangshan are suppressing here, and the sergeants usually train in an orderly manner, there is no change.But if Song Jiang didn't come, the three armies couldn't move forward. Wu Yong had already sent people to look for it.Feeling tense for a while, Mengyun turned her head and said to Yue Li: "Then you stay here first, I'll go and have a look." Pass it to her.

Fireworks in March, misty rain Jiangnan.Although this is Jiangbei, it is misty and rainy, like a dream.Meng Yun didn't hesitate any longer, put away the plain white oiled paper umbrella, and walked into the Loyalty Hall.

Speaking of which, after so many years in Liangshan, this is the first time she has stepped here.The main hall of Loyalty Hall is huge, open and tall, enough to seat a hundred or so people.Wooden beams and tall golden nanmu pillars are arranged on both sides of the aisle, which is simple and elegant.From the aisle between the two rows of wooden pillars, rows of uniform and uncluttered chairs are lined up on both sides of the hall. The numbers are all drawn with gold lacquer in strict order.At this time, there was not even a speck of dust in the hall, and it seemed that the prosperity of the past could still be imagined here.They used to be here, serving tea and discussing Taoism, and talking about major events in the world; they were here, talking at night by candlelight, and jointly resisting foreign enemies.They used to be here, lighting up lights and drinking wine, and congratulated the three armies on their triumphant return; they were here to celebrate festivals and send off each year.

Here, all the history and memory of Liangshan, their brilliance, and their lofty ambitions are carried.But those people, may never come back.

Loyalty Hall is already empty.

Meng Yun leaned over and bowed respectfully to the man in the middle seat: "Brother."

Song Jiang raised his head and saw her, with a gentle smile as before, but he still couldn't hide the tiredness in his eyes: "Sit down, why did Meng Yun come here." The chairs under all the steps have their own owners, and she doesn't There is no place to sit, let alone sit: "I have been waiting outside for a long time, why did my brother come here?"

In fact, we both know why, so it doesn't make much sense to ask.Song Jiang smiled knowingly, lost his mind for a while, and suddenly asked: "Yu'er, they all said I shouldn't do this. I know, you have always been the smartest, you say, am I wrong? "

He didn't look at her, but looked out of the door with wandering eyes, and there was even a hint of confusion and uncertainty in his tone.Having not sat with him for a long time, Mengyun looked at him at a close distance, only to find that his brows are no longer as handsome as before, and between his temples, there are dots of white hair.If she remembers correctly, he is not yet in his forties at this time, but it seems that he has already experienced vicissitudes that cannot be concealed.Meng Yun felt a little sympathetic to him.When watching TV dramas, she liked Song Jiang played by Zhang Hanyu very much, but after reading the original novel, she hated this villain who ruined the entire Liangshan.But at the same time, she was a little unsure.If Song Jiang is really so dirty, just relying on his acting skills, can he really make all the heroes in Liangshan work so hard for him?How could her elder brother Huarong follow such a person?

When she really met Song Jiang, she knew that what she thought was right.He is very similar to Zhang Hanyu's version of Song Jiang, generous and gentle.She could see that he genuinely cared for Hua Rong, rather than taking advantage of him.Although his decision was not wise, she understood that sitting in his seat, there were many things that he had to do.

"No, no one is wrong." Mengyun thought for a while, and then said: "It's just that the way of understanding is different. But, Brother Song, just stick to it, no matter what, we are on your side .”

She faced him with a shallow smile, he looked away, and finally smiled slowly.

He also understands.That being the case, he can only persevere.

"Brother." A man came hurriedly out of the rain, with a stern demeanor.Song Jiang saw that the clothes and armor in front of him were half-wet, the gun was in his hand, and Yingxiu's glory was still not concealed between his brows, and he said with a smile: "You really have a good understanding, you have found this place."

Hua Rong also saw Meng Yun who was standing by the side, took a deep look at her, and said to Song Jiang: "Brother, it's getting late, and the soldiers have been drenched in the rain for a long time, so it's not a bad idea to go on like this." The solution. Brother Military Advisor is looking around, brother, let’s go.”

"Can't you wait?" Song Jiang patted the armrest and said with a smile, "Can't you wait for such an hour?" Brother..." Song Jiang was on the top, stretched out his hand to support him, walked down and said, "Why is this necessary? Do you still think of me as your elder brother? I'm not targeting you, nor are you blaming you. It's not good if you miss the time, we let's go."

"Brother..." Seeing him like this, Hua Rong wanted to comfort him again, but Song Jiang's expression had returned to his former peace, and he raised his hand to stop: "Let's go, let's go, isn't this what I want? You Say a few more words with Yun'er, I'll go take a look first."

After he finished speaking, he never looked back, proceeded confidently, and walked from the aisle facing the light into the misty rain outside.

The sound of the rain was rustling, and there were only two people left in the huge Loyalty Hall, so quiet that even time stood still.They faced each other, two by two silent.I thought that there would be a thousand words when we parted, but at this time, I couldn't say a word.

"You just let them wait for you in the shower?" After a long time, Mengyun couldn't help but speak first.She faced him, smiling gently and peacefully, but she was really afraid that if he said something again, she would not be able to hold back tears in front of him.

He smiled, but didn't answer her.Those eyes, as quiet and elegant as midnight, were soaked in the gentle light of water.He looked at her and said, "Yun'er, can I read you a poem?"

She didn't speak, and he didn't wait for her to speak, but just read that very old poem to himself.His voice is beautiful, deep and ethereal like the whisper of the wind among the bamboo leaves, and it sounds like a phoenix chant and a dragon screech when he reads it word by word:

"Zhengfu embraces the road, what's the point of looking at the night? All the celestial beings are gone, go and go and say goodbye. On the battlefield, there is no time to meet each other. Shake hands and sigh, tears for life. Love Chunhua hard, never forget the happy time .Life should come back, death should..."

After reading the last sentence, he stopped for no reason, just raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.Mengyun didn't dare to look at him, and looked at the misty rain outside the window, but she remembered every sentence he said so clearly in her heart.Her heart tightened for no reason, why didn't she know that the last line of that poem was:

Death is Sauvignon Blanc.

Life should come back, and death should be Sauvignon Blanc.

Huarong, can you please stop doing this, she won't be able to bear it, she will cry.

You don't want to see me cry, do you?

"Yun'er." He raised his hand, as if he wanted to hug her, but finally put it down again: "Wait for me." After saying that, she seemed to have made up her mind, turned around and left.There was no extra word, no extra look, not even a parting hug.He turned around resolutely, leaving no room for her.He was afraid that if he stayed for a while, he would not be able to bear it.

"Hua Rong." Mengyun subconsciously called out to him for some reason.Hua Rong paused and stood upright.But he didn't turn around, and he didn't speak.

"When you are outside by yourself, you must eat well and take medicine well. Don't forget to ask others to make medicine for you. You must not sleep for several days, you must not know how to add clothes when it is cold, you must not get wet in the rain, and you must not be tired. It’s so extreme and I’m still holding on. Huarong, you have to come back properly, remember to come back.”

She spoke word by word, tears streaming down her cheeks silently, but there was no slight ups and downs in her tone, it was extremely calm.Mengyun herself was also very surprised, she was able to smile and talk while shedding tears quietly.She didn't know how much he listened to, whether he would do it, or even whether he heard it.He never looked back and made no sound, until he walked into the rain curtain, until he was so far away that he could no longer be seen.

Mengyun knelt down and finally cried out heartily.

She didn't see the crying, but, as evidenced by the misty rain outside the door, someone wet the corners of their eyes before walking into the rain.

There are thousands of knots in my heart, and I can't bear to say goodbye. If I say goodbye, there will be no fate in this life.Don't ask for grand palaces, don't ask for clothes and brocades, but ask for the same life and death in the morning and evening.

Mengyan squatted there, buried her face in her arms, and cried willfully and recklessly.It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she was only 23 years old, she could still cry so unscrupulously, she could be wronged, scared, and willful like a child.In the past few years by his side, she thought she was calm, but as soon as he left, she seemed to be beaten back to her original form, as if she had endured the helplessness for several years, and she burst out with tears at this moment .

She didn't know why she was crying, she just knew that she was crying like this, anyway, he wouldn't see it, anyway, no one would know.

So what, she is also a girl, she will be homesick, and she will be afraid.

The rain outside the window lasted for a long time, and Mengyun didn't know how long she cried until she lost her strength.Consciousness recovered bit by bit, and only then did she feel that her arms and legs were completely numb.Standing up on the pillar beside her, she glanced at the empty Loyalty Hall, there was no one there.

There was no one left, not even him.

She was left alone.

I originally thought that butterflies could not fly over the sea because they did not have the courage to fly over the sea.It is only now that I understand that it is not that the butterfly has no courage, but that there is no waiting on the other side of the sea.

What about her?If she waits and waits, can she wait until they all come back?

As if suddenly touched by something, Mengyun got up and ran out the door.She ran so fast that she didn't care how her long skirt got in the way in the rain, and she didn't have time to care about the oil-paper umbrella she put down when she came.She just vaguely felt that there was no time, and she was about to miss it.Many people here, if they miss this time, they will never see it again.

Don't go yet, don't go yet, let her take another look, just one look.

The heart is like a rock, how can sorrow and joy be in a single thought

Silence is only because there are no promises in the world

But someone spends their whole life cashing in on your existence

you quietly watched him walk away

He just wants to see your eyes that don't shed tears

Many years later, when I woke up from my dream, I learned to miss

But those images never reappeared

you stayed by her side

She only touches your melancholy fingertips

The stone inscriptions were found to still remain on the back of the memory

But no one wants to understand your nostalgia

wind blowing silence

Changes

She ran in the rain, but only wanted one last look.The mountains are as green as Dai, and the green water flows forever, but for the first time, she feels that the road from the lobby to the mountain gate is too long, just like a memory.

In the drizzle, the three armies marched forward.

The sound of horseshoes trampling in the rain, the apricot-yellow banner was wet by the rain, and it was silently attached to the flagpole.Hundreds of thousands of troops set off, but there was no sound at all between them, as if it was a movie with the sound cut off.

Zhengfu embraces the road, starting to look at the night.Shenchen is gone, go and say goodbye.

The leaders of the former army have already turned the mountain ridge, and they probably have already turned down the mountain.Mengyun stopped at the mountain gate, the rain was getting more and more urgent, she was still late.Is this fate?For example, Big Brother Song and the others, she will never see them again in this lifetime.

As she was thinking silently, the rain around her suddenly stopped.She looked up, but saw a familiar handsome face.

The boy on the opposite side was holding an oil-paper umbrella, dressed in white, and the cuff of the right hand holding the umbrella was embroidered with mulberry flowers with purple wool.He looked at her, with a faint smile on his handsome eyebrows, even in the heavy fog and rain, he couldn't block the warm color of the sun on his body.

"He Ran." The voice was hoarse, and Meng Yan wondered if it was her voice.

"I still remember." Shuran handed over the umbrella, her smile still as bright as a summer flower: "It's been five or six years, and I thought I could scare you."

He intentionally didn't mention the matter of her crying, so Mengyan naturally wouldn't say anything else, and reached out to take the umbrella: "Are you just drenched like this?" Fa, said with a smile: "I'm fine, if you get wet, the second brother won't say me. By the way, why don't you ask me why I came back?"

Mengyun didn't speak, just looked up at him, waiting for him to speak.Her throat is sore now, her voice is hoarse, and she doesn't want to speak.Originally, she never liked the way others saw her cry.

"Okay, let me say. However, you can't let me just talk like this." He reluctantly gave in, and motioned Mengyan to follow him to the gazebo by the mountain, sat down and said, "It's like this, half A month ago, my second elder brother sent me a letter asking me to come here immediately. He said that once they left, there were only a few hundred small bosses left on Liangshan. Although it was nothing serious, he was worried and asked me to watch over it. here."

Sure enough, she knew that Shuran would not come back for no reason, and only Huarong could send Shuran away, and only Huarong would have such meticulous thoughts, even if he was not here, he would arrange it carefully everything of.

Nothing he did was for her.

"However, the second brother only knows that I am in Qiyue Mountain, but he doesn't know the power of my subordinate Cangxuelou." Shuran paused for a moment, then looked up at her: "This time I handed over the affairs of my subordinates to Langye, I came here alone. But you don’t have to worry, if there is anything wrong here, as long as I send out a cold firework, the forces we infiltrated here can come within a quarter of an hour. But, among these things, you Are you really going to tell your second brother?"

"No plan." Mengyun stood up: "It's not yet time. But, you always have to know that I won't harm you. One day, you will understand what I am for. Come back with me, let Qian Mo will tidy up for you, this place is also empty, you can live anywhere you want." Shuran's eyes darkened inexplicably, and he just said "um", then picked up his umbrella and followed her.

Misty and rainy, pedestrians are like jade, hidden in the mountains, like a mirror flower in the sky, and like a lonely wait for someone to fill in the last ink painting.

The promise of Chang'an, who is waiting to be fulfilled;

I promise you that the flowers on Moshang will bloom, can you come back slowly.

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