My country is dead again [Rebirth]

Xie Ruzhuo had a very long dream.

After returning to Pingdu in his previous life, he had people plant many peach trees in the palace, outside the palace, and in the imperial garden, but for some unknown reason, the courtiers and maids who took care of the flowers and trees took good care of them, but the peach trees It is still not growing well, and there is only one tree that can grow up safely, and it is still thin and small.

The peach tree was just outside the bedroom, he looked at it every day, waiting for the arrival of every spring, looking forward to seeing the peach blossoms in full bloom and colorful falling flowers.

Three years later in the winter, Shen Ci died. He calmly took over Shen Ci's ashes, and calmly dealt with the military affairs in the Northwest. It was like this for many days.

Until a certain extremely cold snowy day, he suddenly wanted to resign. He thought about it very much, thinking about it like crazy. He sat in the Emperor's Palace until night fell, but he couldn't see a familiar figure walking in.

A vague voice in his mind told him that Shen Ci was dead and would never come back.

So he held Shen Ci's ashes and drank several jars of wine under the bare peach tree. Looking at the small celadon altar.

He Xiaoman braved the snow to pull him: "Your Majesty, go in quickly, be careful of frostbite."

He picked up a jug of unfinished wine, sat up to embrace He Xiaoman, and was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly: "Banban...do you want Song Qing to come? Did he see you in his dream?"

He Xiaoman's eyes turned red immediately, that winter was the fourth year after Song Qinglai's death, and the person who would hold the embroidered spring knife and laugh mischievously was long gone.

"I miss him...how could I not miss him..." He Xiaoman said as he shed tears, the cold wind blew, and the tears seemed to be frozen on his white face, "I would dream of him...he He didn't talk in the dream...he is so good at talking...but he just looks at me and smiles..."

He handed the wine to He Xiaoman, and the two sat in the snow and clinked glasses together, and drank it all in one gulp.

"It turns out that people can dream after death..." He didn't know whether he was laughing or crying, "But why haven't I dreamed of Shen Ci for so many days?"

He looked at He Xiaoman seriously, as if eagerly confirming something: "Is he not dead? He lied to me, right? He actually wants to leave me..." He nodded and said to himself , "He must have gone to Jiangnan... He is not dead, but he doesn't like me anymore... Then I, then I will go to Jiangnan to find him in spring... I will go to Jiangnan to find him..."

He Xiaoman closed his eyes in pain, pulled his hand to touch the small celadon altar beside him, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, these are the ashes of General Shen, and all the soldiers in the Northwest watched his body cremated with their own eyes. , and then pretended to be sent back to the capital...Your Majesty, he is dead...Shen Ci is dead..."

It was as if someone was pulling away all his confused and chaotic mind, forcing him into the sobriety he didn't want to have. His mind was so painful that he was about to be torn apart. He was so calm for so many days, and he didn't even fall off. A tear, because he kept lying to himself.

He didn't believe it, how could Shen Ci die?Shen Ci is so powerful, invincible and omnipotent, how could such a person die?

He must be lying to him, everyone is lying to him.

But now someone told him that this person is dead. He has been deceiving himself and others these days, holding the ashes but still not believing it.

To be dead is to be gone, never to be seen again.

From now on, he will never see Shen Ci again.

In an instant, he was defeated in endless grief, threw himself into He Xiaoman's arms and cried bitterly, as if he wanted to cry out his heart, liver and spleen, crying and shouting as if he had been greatly wronged: "But Why, why doesn't he come to see me in his dreams? Why doesn't he even let me see me in his dreams? Why..."

He Xiaoman was crying while hugging him, whispering to him over and over again: "I will dream..."

It snowed all night, and the branches of the peach tree were covered with pure white snow. As soon as the wind blew, the snow fell like falling petals, and the soft snow flakes gently kissed his hair and eyebrows. Like a person's fingers caressed countless times.

He stood up staggeringly, holding the small celadon altar containing Shen Ci's ashes in one hand, and pouring wine into his mouth with the wine jug in the other. The clear wine and snow water stuck to the lapel of his clothes. A poetic poet staggered towards the bedroom in the snow, crying and laughing and singing: "In a short while, the wind and the moon make wine... I invite you to stay drunk here..."

That was the first time he got drunk. He didn't really know how to drink, but many people said that when he was drunk, he would dream of meeting people.

What a pity, what a pity.

After a night of drunkenness, I invite you to fall into a dream, and the lights are extinguished, and the dream disappears.

In the dream and outside the dream, there is only the vast snow. He walks alone in the world, with no one around him, his hair is gradually graying, and he lives alone for the rest of his life.

When spring came, the only peach tree also died, and no gorgeous peach blossoms bloomed, like Shen Ci, who had already left, and would never be seen again.

For the next 17 years, he remembered He Xiaoman's words every day, "I will dream of it". With painful thoughts, but full of expectations at night, he stroked the small celadon altar next to his pillow with his fingers over and over again. Shen Ci is so close, if Shen Ci wants to fall into a dream, he will fall into his dream first, right?

But in 17 years, 17 years, more than 6000 days and nights, he has had many dreams, and many people have dreamed of them, but he has no resignation.

He put Shen Ci's ashes beside his pillow, Shen Ci never entered his dreams.

Song Qinglai would smile silently at He Xiaoman in his dreams, but in his dreams, he didn't even have Shen Ci's profile.

This person really walked away cleanly, and he didn't even want to leave him with an empty dream.

This dream of the rest of the world is too long, 17 years, but it came to an end so easily, every day is the same scene, the same mood, just a little more pain, a little more miss, and then Then gradually fade away the youthful face, lose the healthy body, step by step towards the destination of death.

In his dream, he saw the flashback before his death again. It was the first and last time in 17 years that Shen Ci appeared in front of his eyes. Even the gentle smile in his eyes was so clear, exactly the same as the long barren memory .

Shen Ci's figure faded away, and he also died peacefully, letting his soul return to the river of forgetfulness, cutting off the ties of this life, and waking up this previous dream.

Xie Ruzhuo woke up from tears streaming down his face, his eyes were still dull, he was still very tired, but he no longer felt hot, his thoughts slowly came back, he remembered what happened.

There was a sandstorm outside Pu County, he and Shen Ci walked in the desert for a day, he had a fever, Shen Ci was injured, they were both dying, and then they met Zhabusu.

Lying under him was a low couch supported by wooden planks, which was probably built temporarily, in case he would be uncomfortable sleeping on the ground or catch cold. The mattress and quilt were made of satin, similar to what he usually used, but the quilt It was also covered with a woolen blanket, which was a bit shoddy for him who was used to exquisite workmanship.

The house where Beidi people live is called "Buer Pavilion", which is where Xie Ruzhuo lives now. He looked around curiously. This Buer Pavilion is spacious and clean. The wood used for the columns is high-quality sandalwood. The brackets made of the four walls, I heard from Zabusu in my previous life that the Beidi people may be called "Hana".

The thick felt cloth is hung on the "Hana" and the pillars, supporting the whole Bourgeois Pavilion. The floor inside is covered with felt, and there are cushions made of velvet blankets, and a small table is covered with glittering satin There was a tablecloth, and there was a small stove next to it that emitted the scent of medicine. There was tea in the teapot, but the taste of the tea was not good. Xie Ruzhuo frowned and decided not to drink the tea from Beidi people.

There is a round skylight on the top of the head. Beidi people say that through this skylight, you can see the turquoise-like blue sky. They call the turquoise "Aoyun". This skylight also has a beautiful name in Beidi, called "Aoyun". "Tao Nao", but at this time Aoyun Tao Nao is closed, maybe there is also wind and sand on the grassland, he heard the sound of whirring wind, and when he opened it, the sand would splash down, it was quite scary to think about it, and he was afraid that there would be What kind of birds would fly in, so he decided not to open the Oyun Tao Nao above his head.

But in this way, the light in the Boolean Pavilion is dim. I don’t know if it’s because I’m afraid that too many candles will burn the Boolean Pavilion, which is full of felt cloth and wood. There are only two pitifully burning candles on the table. Xie Ruzhuo is not used to it. In such a dim house, I decided to ask Zabusu to light two more candles.

He was about to throw off the quilt and get out of bed, his mind slowly withdrew from his dislike for the living conditions, and then remembered a crucial thing: Isn't Shen Ci with him?So where is Shen Ci now?

The scene from the dream flooded into his mind again, he sat quietly on the low couch, clutched the woolen blanket with his fingers, bit his lip and dared not look for it again.

He vaguely remembered that Shen Ci had been shot in the chest by an arrow, and he cried embarrassingly while touching the wound, and said some confusing words.

Although he was delirious at that time, he has returned to normal now and has no amnesia. To be precise, when he met Zhabusu, under the brief sobriety and calmness, he remembered the previous gaffe. But at that time, I had more important things to do with my remaining breath, and I couldn't sort out such complicated thoughts.

He mentioned the past life in front of Shen Ci, but Shen Ci responded to him without any surprise.

If he remembered correctly, what Shen Ci said was "Qingqi, I don't feel pain, and there is no poison on the arrow, so I won't die."

Now after rebirth, there must be nothing wrong. In the previous life, Shen Ci died because of being hit by a poisoned arrow. There is nothing wrong with him. He was reborn with the memory of his previous life, and there is still nothing wrong.

What's wrong is that Shen Ci knows everything completely.

Shen Ci remembered that he was killed by a poisoned arrow in his previous life, and was reborn with the memory of his previous life.

It should be said that he was also reborn.

Xie Ruzhuo took a deep breath, and almost couldn't breathe it out.

The feeling of suffocation.

Shen Ci knew everything from the beginning, but didn't say anything.

Xie Ruzhuo's face was too calm, the last time he was so calm was after he received Shen Ci's ashes in his previous life, he sat calmly on the low couch until Shen Ci walked into Burger Pavilion.

They are all wearing brand new clothes, which are the materials and styles that Han people often wear. Zhabusu often sneaks into Dayu, so he has prepared a lot. Shen Ci should have only left for a while before he woke up. He was still wearing only his clothes. Seeing that he woke up, he hurried over and asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Seeing that Xie Ruzhuo was silent, Shen Ci gave him the candle that had just been placed on the table, and explained: "It's too dark, I'm going out to find candles."

Xie Ruzhuo gave a "hmm" and stopped talking, just looked at him quietly.

After a long time, Xie Ruzhuo realized that Shen Ci still had no intention of confessing. Maybe he thought that he was unconscious at that time and had forgotten all the words he said, but he still remembered, even if he only remembered a fragment, it was enough to explain everything.

Seeing that Xie Ruzhuo didn't say a word, Shen Ci thumped in his heart for no reason. Before he could figure out what was wrong with this man, Xie Ruzhuo suddenly leaned over and yanked off his shirt.

"Qing, Qingzhu..." Shen Ci didn't dare to move, he could only maintain the indecent posture of his clothes being pulled open and his chest wide open, and looked at Xie Ruzhuo with difficulty.

Xie Ruzhuo ignored it, and lowered his head to look at the wound on Shen Ci's chest. The wound seemed to have been carefully treated, and the white wrap was wrapped around the wound to bind it up, exuding a strong medicinal herb taste.

He went to pull Shen Ci's hand to look at his wrist, and he had properly bandaged the cut wound. Shen Ci smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's all right."

The wound on the chest was still slightly red, Xie Ruzhuo stroked it gently, and remembered that there was a fatal arrow wound here in the previous life, but unfortunately he was not by Shen Ci's side, I don't know that it can make people's whole body fester How painful is the poison.

"Did you already know?" Xie Ruzhuo caressed the wound, his tone was calm and calm, covering up all the restlessness in his heart, "Is it when I said that Qingzhu is my name? Or earlier At that time, I will give you the kit for crossing the river?"

The author has something to say: *From this chapter onwards, all the introductions about the scenery and customs of "Beidi" are based on the work of Luo Bu Zang Quandan, translated by Na Ri Sa: "Mongolian Customs", Liaoning Nationality Publishing House 2019 edition.

Xiao Xie: I thought I was an actor, but in fact the clown was myself, suffocating.

Xiao Shen: Help me put my clothes on first QAQ

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