sunset fever

There are mountains and deserts in Qianling, while the northernmost part is a vast grassland, where nomads live.The river is wide and the water is clear, and there are flocks of cattle and sheep. After the war, some people fled to the south, and some people still live in hiding on the pasture.

It was a sunny day, it was February, the ground was slightly warmer, and the sky was clear blue. Yan Xiu treated the wounded who had been brought back from the battlefield the day before, so he only went to bed at dawn. It was almost noon when the sound woke up.

Chen Bizhen did not come back, and the fighting continued not far away for a whole day and night.

Another wounded person was brought in, blood was dripping randomly like water, staining the ground in front of and inside the tent.

The assistant said: "The dead soldier found a low hill and buried it, and he will stay here forever from then on."

"I wish I could be free. After thinking about it, I'd better get busy. At least those who are sent back have hope of survival." Yan Xiu kept busy, his fingers were soaked in warm blood, and he said These, but also distracted worrying about Chen Bizhen's safety.

The wounded man gritted his teeth, the flesh on his cheeks swelled, and he let out an extremely cruel cry from between his teeth.

Sweat dripped from Yan Xiu's forehead. He was only wearing coarse plain clothes, and his hair was more disheveled than usual. He had no time to maintain the appearance of a handsome young man. Here, it is good to be able to survive.

The weather outside is good, the battle is long, and there is only a short pause during the period. Chen Bichen is riding in the team, wearing soft armor in combat boots. He is full of spirit. Even though he has experienced the most cruel and tragic things, he has not been contaminated by the surrounding depression. There was only a slight wound on the cheek.

Most of the shepherd women are strong and able to ride horses and wrestle, and can compete with men. They have a unique appearance. Most of them have broad and reddish faces, prominent jawbones, and a pointed chin. But there is a different one nearby. She He only speaks the herdsman's language, and doesn't go home often, and brought tea for the officers and soldiers.

She has big eyes, and when she lifts her eyelids, she sees a pair of amber-colored pupils. She is not shy, but she rarely talks, and she will smile at others when she can't understand her words.

But this time, she fell in front of an officer and soldier's horse. The girl was very tall and got up with her thin body supported. She was wearing a blue and white dress, with her hands on her chest, and gave the shepherd's big gift.

Say, "Sorry."

In the thirsty camp, a girl came, like rain and dew, even the wicked came forward shamelessly. The soldiers rode on horses, approached gradually, and surrounded her. They probably couldn't understand the words of the shepherds, but just watched looking at her, or laughing harshly.

When they were tired after the battle, their dangerous aura became stronger. Chen Bizhen turned his head to look there, only to see their horses stopped.

The girl's hair was tied casually, reaching below her waist, rolled up by the wind, and drifted very slowly.

"Hey," Chen Bizhen said to the men, "Let her go back, there are wars nearby, and the family has to worry."

He didn't intend to show anything, but just looking at that girl, he thought of Chen Yiyi who was about the same age; moreover, he was too upright a person and didn't want to tolerate vicious violations.

A tall and strong soldier got off his horse and said in a rough voice, "Why are you in a hurry? I'll let you ride later."

There was laughter all around, the few people here had already left the team, Chen Butie was not timid at all, he got off his horse, went in front of them, put his hand on the hilt of his waist, and said: "As a human being, it is natural to follow the rules of human beings, she just now Sorry already."

The soldier who took the lead bared his teeth and wanted to fight, but his eyes turned red and he said, "Go away if you want to save your life."

The long knife was unsheathed, and the girl let out a mournful cry. She rushed forward and hugged the man, begging for mercy in words they couldn't understand, and said, "Let him go, please let him go, I will listen to you."

Chen Bizhen was not too flustered, he gritted his teeth, and said in a serious tone: "If you kill me, the military law will not let you go, why bother."

The majesty he had had since he was a child was enough to make people feel flustered, his face was still slightly injured, but he was not at all embarrassed, seeing the person in front of him put the knife back, Chen Bizhen bent down lightly and helped the girl up.

He asked her in herding dialect, "Why don't you stay at home?"

The girl didn't answer immediately, but looked at him with teary eyes, and whispered for a while, "You want to drive away the enemies and thieves, let me see if I can help you, I'm worried that I won't have a place to live in the future, so I hope the war will be quicker." Finish."

"I'll take you back, don't come out again," Chen Bizhen straightened his back under the hateful gazes of the people around him, and asked the girl to get on the horse. He led the horse, and when the two of them walked to a place where there were few people, they asked again. , "Who else is at home?"

"Father is here," she replied, "My name is Jiangniao, and I'm fifteen."

People are used to the wind on the pastures, the tender green in spring has not yet grown, and the withered grass flutters, like animal hair, people and horses step through it, until Chen Biyi sent Jiangniao back to her residence. Take it easy.

When he returned to the camp, Yan Xiu was still busy. He hadn't eaten his lunch and was so tired that his hands and feet were limp. Chen Bizhen opened the curtain and entered the door. Yan Xiu looked at him, and neither of them spoke.

The words were silent, Chen Bizhen stepped forward, regardless of the helpers at the side and the blood stains on Yan Xiu's body, he hugged Yan Xiu's waist from behind, and put his face on his shoulders.

He hugged Yan Xiu even tighter, the two of them seemed to be stuck together, their hearts pounded chaotically, and after that, breathing was painful.

Yan Xiu sniffed and said, "Go and lie down, or go find something to eat."

"I'm not hungry, I just want to come to you."

Yan Xiu didn't look at the face of the injured person in front of him, nor did he look at the face of the helper at the side. He turned his head slightly, looked at Chen Bizhen, and finally sighed softly: "It's good that you're not injured."

The war is erratic, so many people died under the cold knife in a few days, this is the cruelty brought by the separatist regime, the disadvantage of the coexistence of multiple parties, and the killing in the skin of justice.

It's the most common, but when you think about it, it's not so common.

Yan Xiu came to wipe the wound on Chen Bizhen's face, and the two sat on a dead log behind the tent, the sun was elsewhere, leaving a small piece of shade.

And it wasn't hot at all.

Chen Bizhen said: "People are easy to die. They can't stand the sword, spear, sword and halberd. They die before the blood is shed."

Yan Xiu dipped the medicinal powder with a silk handkerchief, lightly touched Chen Bizhen's wound, and said, "Promise me, we will go back safely, your sword wound will still hurt, if you touch it again, it will be very troublesome. "

At the moment of the real battle, everyone blurred out his appearance and name, and became a bug in the opponent's eyes. Yan Xiu really felt the real danger. He spoke, but his eyes turned red, and he put the handkerchief and medicine powder aside.

Chen Bizhen grabbed his shoulders.

"I promise you, it won't hurt."

"I miss Yangjing," Yan Xiu put his head on his shoulder, and said, "At that time, everything was fine, there was no wandering, only leisure, and we still had time to quarrel."

He also said: "I don't know what you think, but I'm still not reconciled to you after leaving."

On the couch in the afternoon, he could feel the early spring sunlight outside. After Zhong Qingming closed his eyes and fell asleep, he fell into a dream without knowing it.

He was wearing a wedding dress with intricate embroidery patterns, and Lin Hongruo was standing beside him. She was the bride, but the hijab was not covered in front of her face, but was carried in her hand.

She was beautiful, covered her mouth and smiled lightly, and said: "I still don't understand why you like me as soon as you see me."

Zhong Qingming wanted to answer her, but for a moment she didn't know what to answer. The two stood close to each other, but the door of the room was not closed. A gust of wind blew in, and the bright red wedding tents danced with the colored lights, and the incense smoke fluttered in the incense burner.

After turning his head suddenly, there was a shadow in the courtyard in front of the door. Zhong Qingming walked out, his heart became heavy.

It was Zhao Beak who was outside the door.

He still had the same eyebrows and eyes, but was wearing a wedding dress. He tilted his head and suddenly smiled at Zhong Qingming.

Zhong Qingming thought softly, "Zhao Yu...what are you doing here?"

Lin Hongruo's voice came from behind, and she said, "Zhong Qingming!"

Zhao Beak's voice was naturally lower, but the next instant it sounded like an echo of Lin Hongruo's words, and he also said, "Zhong Qingming!"

Zhao Yu turned around, took a look at Lin Hongruo's face, and then turned to the courtyard, looking at Zhao Yu's face, the two people were very similar, with almost the same facial features, they were combined on the faces of both men and women.

"I don't think I shouldn't save you," Zhao Beak said.

Zhong Qingming answered him: "I know."

"You do not know."

Lin Hongruo also said, "You don't know."

In an instant, the gust of wind became stronger, and people couldn't open their eyes. Zhong Qingming could only hear the voices of various people around him, and they said in disorder, "You don't know."

Sunshine shifted his position, and it was getting dark. When the servant came in to call, Zhong Qingming just woke up.

"The horse is ready and you can go now," said the servant.

I'm going to Fushan Lin Mansion to propose a marriage. Tonight I have arranged a banquet at Qin Jiang's Mansion. I will go to some familiar people, but there are no majestic elders, so I should drink to my heart's content and have some fun.

However, Zhong Qingming's thoughts were trapped by the dream just now. He began to be afraid, but he couldn't figure out what he was afraid of. He closed his eyes and said, "Go out and wait, I will change my clothes."

At night at Qin Jiang's house, Lin Hongruo was dressed brand-new and beautiful. She met Zhong Qingming's old and new friends and said some decent things.

Nie Wei also came, he didn't cover his mouth, his head was hot from the alcohol, he stepped forward and pressed Lin Hongruo's shoulder, he said, "Zhao Yu, why are you back? Zhao Yu..."

Qin Jiang's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly ordered the servants at the side to restrain Nie Wei, and said, "Take Master Nie to rest."

Lin Hongruo stood up and asked softly, "Who is Zhao Beak?"

Zhong Qingming's thoughts became more and more confused. He looked at Lin Hongruo, and his eyes were dazzled like Nie Wei's. He said, "He was originally a deputy envoy of the Imperial Medical Office. Later, Yangjing was in trouble and died."

"Tell me the truth."

"You guys look alike."

When a gust of wind came, Zhong Qingming turned to look outside the door, but there was no one there.

"How similar? Where is the similarity?"

Lin Hongruo was not flustered, but was more of a search. She raised her face and looked at Zhong Qingming, asking him.

Zhong Qingming said, "I can't tell."

He can't be a cunning person, just be what he is, and when the truth shows a corner, he can't deceive himself and others.

Under the eyes of everyone, Lin Hongruo turned around and walked out recklessly. No one knew what she was thinking, because her expression was calm. Qin Jiang said to Zhong Qingming, "Go and see."

Zhong Qingming didn't move his feet, he closed his eyes and needed to think quietly.

If time goes back, he is willing to bear the knife that was slashed at him.

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