[Cehua] The wind and rain are like dark

There was silence everywhere, and he could see many people gathered around the people lying on the ground.The man couldn't see his face clearly, and the people around him didn't move, they just surrounded him.He Xiaoxiao raised his head, and he saw expressionless faces.It's not that there is no expression, the flat and smooth faces don't even have facial features, and each reveals a numb and dead air, but it's extremely strange that he can actually see greed in those smooth faces. and hunger.They all stared at the people on the ground, even himself.He seemed to think he knew the person on the ground—or the corpse, but he couldn't see the face clearly, until the other person suddenly turned his head, a pair of eyeballs like two black holes dug out on the pale face stood straight poked himself in the face.

brother!brother!help me!I don't want to die - I don't want to die!

He Xiaoxiao woke up moaning and turned around, as if he heard someone calling him in a low voice immediately, the anxious voice was very soft, as if it came from far away.A figure was swaying very close, and his blurred vision gradually became clear. He saw Yao Jun's young and haggard face, with a pair of red eyes staring at him.Something came to his mouth, he opened his mouth blankly and swallowed it.It's delicious. For this sake, everything is delicious.For a moment, he tried to think of something to fill his empty mind, but he couldn't think of anything.Until thoughts and memories suddenly broke through the dam built due to coma, and what he saw and heard before surged up, forcing him to vomit. Wrapped greedily, he couldn't spit out anything, but retched again and again.

He heard Yao Jun talking, his voice was louder and softer.

"Mr. He... General Zhou didn't have time to send someone, why did you run out by yourself... If we go late... General Zhou gave this thing from me...Mr. He, The captain will definitely come back, don't think so much..."

He heard these words, and he knew what he should say.But countless complicated thoughts hit his throat alternately, he opened his mouth, but in the end he just closed his lips a few times in vain like aphasia, without saying anything.With the last of his strength he turned around and closed his eyes.The people around him seem to have retreated, this is his own residence in the camp, the previous ones seem to be in a dream—if only it was a dream.He fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling hot and cold, with endless nightmares, struggling to wake up, but he couldn't wake up.It would be a blessing to be able to follow this without waking up from a dream.But there seems to be something unfinished in the dark, not yet dead, not yet dead.

He Xiaoxiao opened his eyes dripping with sweat.It seemed night outside.This is the first few mornings and evenings, he no longer knows.He fumbled to sit up, and staggered towards the painting table.Every time he took a step, the severe pain all over his body was like countless sharp blades scraping the bones, and there was a buzzing dizziness in his ears.He felt that he couldn't see or hear clearly, but everything seemed to be clearer in his heart than ever before.Contrary to his own expectations, he did not cry.He Xiaoxiao endured the severe pain and raised his hand to wipe away the tears he thought had already flowed down.But no, the place touched by the fingertips was dry and haggard.Dead, they are all dead, these people who I cared about finally left one by one.But why is he still alive—why?

His gaze shifted to the picture case in front of him.Some thoughts in my heart gradually floated up, it was the concern about something.The persistent pain, the burning hunger, seemed to be pulled away suddenly, leaving him far away.He Xiaoxiao raised his hands in a daze and looked.He suddenly felt that he seemed to have transformed from this half-immortal body, and from a higher place, he looked down on every move of this body with nothing to do with himself.He saw him take out the scroll from the side of the painting case and spread it out on the painting case.There was still a little water in the jar, and he quietly poured it into the inkstone to melt away the dry ink and paint.

In the past years when he traveled out of the valley, he was used to seeing famous mountains and great rivers, and seeing humanistic scenery. He saw countless exquisite murals under the corners of the temples in Luoyang, Chang'an. He saw himself in the old days—the young disciple of Wanhua Danqing walked through the quiet sandalwood fragrance in the room, and followed the monks into the apse. The thick black eyebrows and eyes are full of envy and admiration.What's this?He heard his own voice, curious and searching.Goodness, benefactor, this is the suffering of hell and the misery of all living beings. In the past, Wu was born here, and he made the sixteen disguised forms of hell, which means that the world is suffering. Absolutely.He heard his voice answer, with the unbelievable curiosity of a young man.It's just that senior Wu Sheng, with his wonderful brushstrokes, has ever really seen the torment of hell?He saw himself lingering in front of the mural, full of doubts in his envy—the doubts have now been solved, the hell is so tormented, you don’t have to die to see it, and it is now in front of you.It's only ridiculous that senior Wu Sheng, even though he described the horrors of hell, still has a demeanor, and his clothes are like the wind, even if the world is in awe, and he dare not buy wine and eat meat, how ironic it is to think about it now!Hell in disguise, close at hand, its feelings are so sad, it is supposed to be sad to see, but when you wander in it, you can only drift with the flow, in order not to fall into hell, simply turn this world into hell first, the living kill each other, the population is Food.

From a higher place, he looked at He Xiaoxiao who was sitting in front of the painting table, holding on to the brush, drawing stroke by stroke.He saw that there was no expression on his face, his blue face, drooping eyebrows, only the hand holding the pen, which became more stable and detailed every time, without even trembling.He didn't know whether he fell asleep or the haggard painter in front of the painting table fell asleep and woke up again. The mountains and rivers in his paintings are ruthless, the people's livelihood is difficult, his body is like an ant, and his life is like wild grass.

The sky gradually brightened, and then gradually darkened, so back and forth, I don't know how to do it.He kept looking at He Xiaoxiao in front of the painting case, seeing him putting down his brush, carefully pushing the scroll aside, groping through the paper with his haggard hands to pick up a scroll of painting, spreading it out on the painting case, Zhen Ruogong Bi stared at it for a long time.He couldn't see clearly what was painted on that painting, he could only see the person kneeling in front of the painting case, stretching out the painting with both hands, then lowered his head and kissed infinitely tenderly.

A gust of hot and cold wind, or water, flowed down the spine.Gentle, throbbing.He found that he had been sitting in front of the painting table at some point, felt his fingers, and his cheeks seemed to be glowing with heat. This kind of heat made people shy but happy, as if he was looking at him with unprecedented seriousness for the first time. Looking at Li Jin, and then expressing the enthusiasm on his face when he was in admiration.He finally realized that it was he who was kissing the painting in front of the painting table. In the painting, the two people were intertwined and intertwined, making people feel that they would definitely stay together until death for a lifetime.He knew that he was kissing half of Li Jin's face and eyebrows in this painting, as if he was the person in the painting, tender and lingering, endlessly lingering.

"...Li Jin...I miss you, I miss you..."

The fingers that were caressing the painting stopped, lingered reluctantly for a moment, finally left, and took another pen instead.

"Today we only see the remains in the city being dissected and boiled, and the ointment is collected for cooking. The way of heaven is collapsing, who can guard it? How long will it take for the ants to survive? The emperor is unjust, and the earth is ruthless. Although life is still death, it is no longer human."

The hand holding the pen stopped, and wrote the following sentence lightly.

"Since you don't return it, I'm afraid something will happen. I will go to Jiuquan together and visit the hometown together."

The nib of the pen froze on the last stroke, and the dripping ink became a small dot. His hand finally trembled, and he moved to the front fiercely, writing the last sentence he just wrote in thick, thick black ink. Cross it out hard, and add another last sentence instead.

"Even if the heavens are merciful and you have to rush to help, don't go back! Don't go back! Don't go back!"

His wrist was trembling, and even the tip of his pen was trembling.He Xiaoxiao exhausted all his strength and finished the last stroke, staring at the gradually blurred words with teary eyes.There seemed to be noise and commotion coming from outside, He Xiaoxiao turned his head, and through the window paper, he saw the direction of the city tower, which was a faint light of beacon fire.

Under the whipping of the long whip, the mount galloped in bursts, and its heavy, thunderous snort almost overwhelmed the rushing hoofbeats.The hot sweat dripping down the hairline has dried up in the hot wind before it even flows into the eyes.Thousands of troops and horses are galloping behind them, and the banners of the Tang army are fluttering in the galloping wind.

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant!" Someone yelled loudly in his ear, "The vanguard cavalry is marching too fast, and the men are tired and horses are exhausted. I'm afraid there will be resentment! Do you want to take a rest before leaving?!"

"This is a military order! The isolated city is in danger, so why not stay!" He heard his own voice, cold and hoarse, like a broken spear point scraping against an iron coat, "Hurry up!"

He was already unable to take care of it, Pei Zhilin finally agreed to send troops, whether it was because of fear of threats, or because of his conscience.That city has survived the killing and loneliness, survived the green and yellow, survived the wind and water, light and heat, blood and fire, as long as it supports one more day, as long as it supports one more day.Countless winds carried the memories and rubbed his cheeks sorely.It was Qin Peiyang's loud cry under the shadow of swords and swords, or the flushed face of Wanhua disciple Wanhua who was dressed in black in the Chang'an teaching workshop when he took off the silk flowers in his hair, and the screams of countless brothers when they desperately killed the enemy.These chaotic scenes, along with the galloping horseshoes, flashed into a blurry phantom in the corner of the eye—just support one more day, just support one more day!The mist rises and disperses in the endless wilderness, and countless wild wormwood sways with the wind. In this late summer, in this late summer of China's white bones and turbulent times, they grow lush and lush, and are swept away by the wind.

The endless official road stretches across the wilderness. At the other end, it should have been the camp of the Spike Army, but there is nothing at this time.There are only scattered and unused baggage, like scattered corpses.The blood on both sides of the forehead was pulsating, and he heard his heartbeat beating like a drum, beating again and again.He reined in the horse.The setting sun shone from the other side of the vast city in the distance, and the flag fluttering in the wind could not be seen clearly.

The first spy rode his horse out of breath, and galloped all the way to him from the official road. The horse's mouth was foaming, but its heavy snort was no sharper than the spies' choked voice.

"...School, Captain... the mace flag is hanging high in front of the city, already...already..."

Li Jin turned his head and stared at the messenger with an indescribable look.The other party was puzzled, and someone on the side had already asked: "Captain, what should we do now?"

Li Jin's hand holding the horsewhip slowly relaxed, and only then did he realize that his hand had been so stiff that he couldn't move it.All eyes were on him, but Li Jin just turned the horse's head unconsciously, and the horse's hooves stepped on the dust, making a slight sound.His eyes have been staring at the blurred outline of the city in the distance.

"Captain...Captain! Captain?!"

Li Jin raised his hand, wanting to put his palm on his chest.Xiao Xiao, He Xiaoxiao.General Zhou.Brethren in the city, and everyone.His hands couldn't hold back the pain that surged up from his heart and reached the bone marrow, and he could only hear one or two cold sounds, the sound of the contact between the gauntlet and the breastplate.Li Jin blinked involuntarily, let go of the rein and grabbed a strand of horse mane, and leaned forward. He didn't know why he raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, but he coughed involuntarily.Putting down his hand, he saw the silver armor in his hand, with little blood splattered everywhere.

There was a cloud of haze in front of him.He heard panicked shouts growing farther and farther around him, and despite his best efforts he couldn't see anything.

The wormwood in the wilderness is the most ruthless, and it will not stop growing just because the country changes hands.Countless corpses even made them more delicious and lush.The Spike Army marched eastward all the way, and half of the country was reduced to scorched earth.He no longer succumbed, and led the army to resist, from Zhaowu Xiaowei, to Ranger General, to Huaihua Lang General, Dingyuan General, one year, two years, three years.Time flies by, and the war seems to have no end.He led his troops to many places and met many people, but their faces were all the same, blue and haggard faces devastated by the flames of war, ranging from grief to numbness, from hope to despair.But he still stubbornly searched for every face, officials, businessmen, common people, refugees.He didn't quite understand what he was looking for.On how many evenings when the night was quiet during the march, he woke up from his dream, as if he could see the day when the city was broken, there were disciples in black robes and thousands of flowers standing at the top of the city, amidst the blood and dark fire, their clothes were like the wind. , long hair fluttering.

"General, the first spies come to report that the city ahead is only ten miles away."

Pi Jiang's words interrupted his thoughts.Li Jin looked up at the sky and replied, "Take a break first."

Under his order, the three armies retreated to one side and rested separately.As the sky darkened, the number of refugees on the road increased in twos and threes.The lieutenant sat down beside Li Jin, and the two chatted casually.The army marched for several days, and Li Jin was covered in dust and dust, but his eyes staring at the refugees were shining.

"General, there seem to be fewer refugees from the east these days."

"Well," Li Jin nodded, as if he was absent-minded, but the lieutenant general couldn't see what he was thinking, "It's much less. In recent years, it has become less and less. They are all avoiding Bingxian, but look at their appearance, Although displaced, it’s not enough to starve.” Li Jin pointed to the distance, the lieutenant general had good eyesight, and followed his fingers to see the distance, where there were also temporarily resting refugees, some young children , although growing up on this journey of misery and displacement, he still has a childlike innocence, playing and playing.

The deputy general looked at Li Jin, he felt that the general's last sentence just now seemed to have some deep meaning, but after careful identification, it seemed that there was nothing.Just as he was about to ask, he heard a commotion from the resting team not far away.Li Jin winked, and the lieutenant immediately got up and walked over.

"It's the trouble of the refugees over there, it's none of the brothers' business. It is said that someone over there is carrying something good, probably a picture scroll and an antique..." The deputy came back shaking his head after a while, and said to Li Jin "That man is also pitiful. Maybe he belonged to a wealthy family before. There are many people in the refugee crowd. Someone saw something on his body and wanted to snatch it. That man was crazy. He saw the flag held by the brothers here." , but ran over, yelling for help desperately. It's also strange."

Ordinary refugees saw the army, only two times in peace, or far away from it.These soldiers carried the aura of killing and death. Whether it was the Spike Army or the imperial army, in the eyes of these common people, they were all the same.Li Zuo understood this truth early on, so when he heard what the lieutenant general said, he suddenly felt strange.

"I gonna go see."

He strode over.An indescribable feeling surged up uncontrollably, and every step seemed to be stepping on an unusual premonition.Li Jin pushed aside the crowd, and he saw the back figure curled up in the middle of the crowd.From this side, he couldn't see his face, only his clenched shoulders under the dusty robe, the man seemed to be protecting something with his hands, wrapped in a long coarse cloth, like a scroll.His long, equally dusty hair was tied up high and dragged over his shoulders.

A wave of heat came from all directions and gathered in his throat.He couldn't say anything, his eyes were blurred and clear, his hands were faster than his thoughts, and before everyone could react, Li Jin had already pushed aside the people on the left and right, and knelt down in front of that person.

"——Xiao Xiao! Xiao Xiao! He Xiaoxiao!"

His hands grabbed the shoulders that trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, but he didn't dare to shake them vigorously.The man raised his head, his eyes fell on Li Jin's face.It was such haggard and slack eyes, but like the sharpest arrows, it made him tremble.After a while, the man turned his head away, hugged the things in his arms tightly, and muttered in a low voice.

"...don't touch my...don't touch my painting, don't touch my painting...he hasn't come back yet, hasn't..."

"Xiao Xiao! Xiao Xiao! I'm Li Jin—I'm Li Jin! Look at me! Look at me!" Li Jin was unable to care about the curiosity of the surrounding soldiers and he stretched out a hand tremblingly. , Through the cold gauntlet, he didn't dare to use force, so he cautiously hovered near the other's dirty cheek, he could feel the hot tears rolling down the sides of his cheek, "Look at me! I, I am Li Jin...I am Li Jin!"

He Xiaoxiao turned his face, as if he just understood what he said, and stared at him cautiously.Li Jin trembled all over, and gently held his face with both hands.The dark eyes looked at him seriously, motionless, as if thinking about something.The bewildered expression gradually emerged on his face, like an invisible hand grasping his heart.Li Jin opened his mouth with difficulty, and wanted to say something more, but saw those eyes blinked, and then two lines of tears rolled down the long and pointed corners of the eyes.

Hands smelling of mud and dust touched Li Jin's face, wiping away his tears with difficulty.

"...you're back..." The tone of the voice seemed to be crying, but also seemed to be smiling, "...you...you're back..."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I..." Li Jin gritted his teeth tightly, but he couldn't help the tears rolling down, even the faded and old red and white crown feathers on his head trembled, "I came back too late... I came back too late..."

Near the official road not far away, there are wild vines and old trees.A group of refugee children, still undiminished innocence and playfulness in the ups and downs, jumping and singing songs that even they themselves may not understand the meaning of them.

"The wind and rain are miserable, and the rooster crows. When you see a gentleman, the clouds are not in danger! The wind and rain are swaying, and the cocks are crowing and gluey... When you see a gentleman, the clouds and beards are not in trouble! The wind and rain are dark, and the rooster crows endlessly. When you see a gentleman, the clouds Don't you like Hu?"