Qi Kuo

It had been more than half a month since Zhao Jun arrived in Shanghan, and the wounds on his body were mostly healed. Although they were not fatal, they could easily lead to death if they were not careful.

Zhao Jun held a scimitar in his hand, and only a small part of his hair was tied loosely. Sometimes it would be blown by the wind and float in the air, causing a large amount of dust.

He passed by a place where Shanghan used to detain deserters, and his mood, which was quite good at first, suddenly dropped.

A few lifeless soldiers who have been tortured will be pushed to the side of the barren land, where several people are digging a deep hole one person high.

When the hole was dug, the person was pushed down, leaving only one head outside, and then buried it with loess, and finally poured sugar water on the outside head to attract ants and insects.Then I watched ants, bugs and other creatures crawl into my body along the nostrils and ears, and eat my internal organs.

His breathing was suppressed, his internal organs were bitten, he couldn't live, he couldn't die.

The air and life within reach gradually lose their color in the eyes.

From the initial struggle to the final drowsy compliance, it took only a short time.

Nothing to turn to.

Some Shanghan people passed by here, not feeling disgusted, but thinking it was fun, and they thought it should be like this.It even feels fun and pleasing to the eye.

Zhao Jun didn't know whether to say that they had a strong mental capacity or were too heartless.

th.

But so.

Mo Xuan suddenly appeared from behind him and took his hand: "Let's go, don't look."

Zhao Jun turned to look at him and said, "Are you used to it?"

Mo Xuan smiled: "You were born like this, you can't refuse." Some were desolate, some were helpless.

Zhao Jun looked at the blood-red sunset in the sky: "Let's go."

Mo Xuan didn't want to discuss this topic anymore, so he said, "Actually, you look pretty in our clothes."

Zhao Jun took off his navy blue clothes and changed into a dark red attire with a three-finger-wide belt around his waist and a pair of ordinary boots on his feet.But it has a different style.

Zhao Jun looked at his clothes and said, "It's okay, I'm not used to it."

Mo Xuan smiled: "It doesn't matter, just wear it for a while longer."

Also, get used to it.

It's like he used to see Chen Ke often and didn't feel much about it. Now that it's been so long, he still felt that missing him was so unbearable at first, but now he can face it calmly, just because he is used to it.

Habits are really a good thing. They can go from being alone to being accompanied, or from many people to being alone.Can transform from a familiar person to a stranger.

Zhao Jun followed Mo Xuan and said, "I'm here, your father..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Mo Xuan say: "They don't know, besides, they don't care about me, they don't know, and they have no interest in knowing."

What Mo Xuan said was indeed the truth. He had been here for so long, and he had always thought that Mo Xuan lived in a place where there were no beds because he was joking with himself.But it was only later that he found out that Mo Xuan had been living in this kind of place.And the reason for talking about it is just because his mother's status is insignificant.

High or low, has never been the privilege of a place.

Zhao Jun didn't speak, and walked behind Mo Xuan.

In many cases, Mo Xuan's status in Shanghan was even worse than that of ordinary soldiers.What I face the most every day is the cold eyes and ridicule of others, not to mention the respect of others.

As far as the present is concerned, Zhao Jun is not much different from him, what's more, he is even more sad than Mo Xuan.

Aside from his appearance, his appearance was not surprising to many people around Mo Xuan, but to the rest of him, he had to guard against it.

Even if Mo Xuan told the outside world that he was brought back from the Central Plains.

Zhao Jun walked with his head down, and he didn't pay attention to the eyes of the people around him, mainly because he didn't think there was anything worth noting.

As Mo Xuan walked, he walked side by side with Zhao Jun. The setting sun in the sky gradually became lonely, and the blood red gradually disappeared in front of his eyes, leaving only a smear of the setting sun shining on the dying earth.

When Mo Xuan sent Zhao Jun to his temporary residence, he suddenly said to him: "Do you know how many battles Chen Ke has won recently?"

Zhao Jun shook his head: "I don't know...no contact."

The pause in his words was just right, as if he couldn't help himself.

The person who was willing to let it go believed the excuse of leaving his feet alone.

Hearing his tone drop rapidly, Mo Xuan hurriedly said, "I don't mean anything else, just to tell you something."

Zhao Jun smiled: "It's okay."

He said to Mo Xuan: "Okay, go back quickly...you have to go out tomorrow."

Mo Xuan nodded, and asked him suddenly: "Do you want...together?"

What are we doing together?On the opposite side of the team he's been on?

Zhao Jun smiled wryly: "What am I going to do? Are you serious?"

Zhao Jun sent a letter back before, but Huang Erniu gave him a hard time, saying directly that he had defected to Shanghan, so now Zhao Jun couldn't go back at all.

Mo Xuan was taken aback by what he said, and then said: "Then, forget it...but..."

Before he came out with something, he was interrupted by Zhao Jun: "But, since it's already like this, it doesn't matter if they don't believe me so much, they betrayed."

Mo Xuan stood there in a daze, tugging on his sleeve anxiously: "Brother, are you alright?"

Zhao Jun smiled: "I feel bad if I don't take revenge on him."

Mo Xuan understood the feeling of being betrayed, but he didn't expect Zhao Jun to make such a choice, so he didn't speak.

Zhao Jun looked at his tightly closed lips and said, "Why, do you feel disappointed?"

Mo Xuan still didn't speak, and Zhao Jun didn't expect to get an answer from him, but he just said to himself: "Mo Xuan, I'm not a simple good person, I won't forgive those who betray me, do you understand? Once you hit it, there will be a next time, you can't wait for him to hurt you thoroughly before you know how to let go, and then you know how to fight back. At that time, it will be too late."

Mo Xuan was silent for a long time under his gaze, and then said: "I know."

Because many times, he can't even forgive himself.

Chen Ke waited expressionlessly for Luo Qize to apply the medicine to him, and stared at a spot opposite him in a daze.

Suddenly, the sound of wings vibrating came from the sound of training.He came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to catch the gray voice flying over.

Luo Qize helped him take out the letter paper inside, and said, "Xiao Zhaojun handed it over."

It was about the third day after they lost the news of Zhao Jun, they received the news from Zhao Jun, saying that he himself is now inside Shanghan, so there is no need to worry.He also said that he would not come back, that he would not come back until the war was won.

They remembered that Chen Ke read the letter like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and replied: "Zhao Jun, get out of here."

Unexpectedly, his letter had just been written and before it was sent out, Huang Erniu hurried in and said, "General! I have received a message from the little general. It's just..."

Chen Ke was a little impatient: "What?"

Huang Erniu hesitated and refused to speak.Chen Ke was already in a bad mood and was forced to be even more irritable by his hesitation: "Say it if you say it, or go down if you don't say it."

Therefore, Huang Erniu seemed to be reluctant to say: "I have a brother who said that he saw the little general in the Shanghan barracks... It seems to be a mutiny..."

As soon as his words came out, all the people standing by were sweating for Huang Erniu. They didn't say anything, but they wanted to talk about Zhao Jun, so they said it like this!

Unexpectedly, Chen Ke laughed after listening to it, and his smile was very cheerful, as if they had heard something particularly funny together before, the kind of smile that was delighted.

The mountains are bright and the water is clear, the clouds are blooming and the rain is coming.

Chen Ke's laughter stunned the Huang Erniu below, and then he heard Chen Ke say in a good mood: "Okay, I see, you tell your friend to continue to pay attention to him... Hey, by the way, your friend is on the floor." In the Khan army?"

Huang Erniu nodded in panic: "Yes, yes."

Chen Ke walked over and leaned over to pat him on the shoulder: "Good thing, good thing!"

Immediately let Huang Erniu go down.

Chen Ke's smile gradually receded from his face, replaced by a kind of indifference that made some hairs stand on the back.

In the silence, Chen Ke suddenly raised his foot and kicked over the table, saying, "Okay, Zhao Jun, you've made progress."

The table case fell to the ground with a bang, scaring the guards outside the door to rush in and said, "Are you all right? General."

Lin Zheng hurriedly waved them down and said, "It's all right."

Chen Ke said: "I just said why he brought Huang Erniu here. It turned out that he was preparing for a rainy day for himself."

Hu Chen knew that now was not the time to comfort others, and said, "But, Huang Erniu, do we need to seal it up?"

Before Chen Ke had time to say anything, a gray voice appeared in their field of vision silently.

Chen Ke reached out to take it, and took out the letter to read.Although the people next to him didn't know what was said in the letter, they just felt that Chen Ke was like a trapped animal, on the verge of collapse.

The corners of Chen Ke's eyes were a little red, and he handed them the note, saying, "I'll go out for a while."

Liang Song wanted to follow, but was stopped by Hu Chen, who shook his head slightly at him.

Luo Qize unfolded the note and read: "Has Huang Erniu been here? He said something bad. If he says it, let him go. That's what I want." Zhao Jun's writing later is relatively small, After careful identification, it was "Wait for me to come back."

wait me back.

He said before that he would not come back if he did not win, but now he said, wait for me, wait for me to come back.

He firmly believed that Chen Ke would not lose.

Just like Chen Ke firmly believed that he would not break his promise.

Standing on a high place, Chen Ke looked at the place where Shang Khan was in the distance, and sighed involuntarily, recalling all the things in the past, many things that Zhao Jun had promised, but it seemed that he had not done them.

He used to swear, or carelessly, all he did was protect him.

When Chen Ke saw that he was waiting for me to come back, he suddenly understood what Zhao Jun wanted, but to guard the country that he also wanted to guard.

Some people say that the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.Although the usage was wrong, he just felt that it was appropriate to describe Zhao Jun.

very suitable.

Right now, Chen Ke wants to run over and drag Zhao Jun back and lock him up, preventing him from running out.

But he can't, the trapped Zhao Jun is no longer Zhao Jun, no longer stubborn, and no longer confused from time to time.

Hopefully, his confusion will not be revealed to others.

I wish he was the only one who could see it.

Chen Ke was blowing the summer night wind, ignoring the coldness, and involuntarily gathered his collar.

At that time, Zhao Jun, who was facing him from a distance, looked at the dark blue night sky, put down his pen, wiped the ink on his hands with a paper, and lay on the bed without taking off his clothes, hugging the quilt and rolling several times on the bed. I fell asleep looking out the window.

He was full of what Chen Ke would think when he saw his letter, and he might want to come over and arrest him, hang him up and beat him.

After thinking about it, he felt that he was thinking too much, and couldn't help laughing out loud.Laughter scattered throughout the empty night and gradually stopped.

Loneliness always permeates the air, challenging his nerves all the time.

Presumptuous and powerless.

Loneliness is like dust, slowly drowning in the sea of ​​people.

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Another busy week ahead, hopeless, suffocating