Li Xiaomei stood outside the empty Jiuquan City. That day, when she heard the news and rushed back, Li Bo's bones were cold and he had been dead for three days. In a letter he sent to Zhang Jiuchang before his death, he said that if he died, he would not be buried thickly, but only hoped that a few close friends would come. Zhang Jiuchang was the first to arrive after his death, and then Li Xiaomei came back, and then Ma Yang, who rode to Canada, and when Shi Zhen rushed back, it was already more than 20 days later. The grief in everyone's heart is not expressed. Zhang Jiuchang was afraid that Li Xiaomei would cry bitterly and hurt her body, but after Li Xiaomei saw Li Bo's body, she lost her voice. ——
What is the use of crying, the person who loves her the most in the world has gone, and her tears have slipped down. Zhang Jiuchang put his hand on her shoulder, but she gently pushed it away. Qiao Hua looked at her melancholy, but Li Xiaomei didn't cry. These days, waiting for Shi Zhen to bury Li Bo, no one knows how Li Xiaomei got here. I only knew that after more than 20 days, she had wrinkles on her forehead when she was less than 20, but she still didn't cry in front of people.
Now, it's all over. At the funeral, there were also people sent by Chen Shi to mourn filial piety, but Qiao Hua drove them away before they arrived at the door. Li Bo left letters to all four brothers, and no one knew what he said in the letter, and Li Xiaomei didn't ask. Her bow is still there, and these days, it has always been that bow with her. This bow was given to her by her eldest brother when she was twelve years old. Today, she came to the outside of Jiuquan City, where the two most important men in her life had appeared twenty days ago, but now, the camp tent has been set aside, and the grass that has been trampled by the army and horses has grown again, as if there is no trace. Li Xiaomei cried bitterly in her heart, and the wind could hear the tearing voice in her heart: Big brother, I'm here, I'm here where you drank poisoned wine.
——After Li Bo's funeral, Shi Zhen went to Chang'an again, and he still had many unfinished business there. Ma Yang went to Wuwei, and he is now serving as a general under Chen Cheng. Zhang Jiuchang took Qiao Hua back to the grass and sand, and he also wanted to call Li Xiaomei to go with him, but Li Xiaomei shook her head. The big tree has fallen, what is she doing back on the grass and sand? She grew up overnight after hearing the message, and she didn't need to be soothed, she didn't need to tell.
——Big brother, I will commemorate you with eternal nomadism, Li Xiaomei said in her heart.
Outside Wuwei City, tens of thousands of troops and horses are training. At night, Chen Shi sat alone in the central army's large tent. In less than two months, the army changed constinuously, and two leading generals died in a row. There is only one method, practice.
As long as the soldiers are busy all day long, they don't have the strength to think about anything. This is an endgame, Chen Shu supports the endgame alone, and he has only this way.
In his big tent, there was nothing but one case, even more humble than Xu Ji's arrangement. He gave it his all, and gave the plug the tranquility he wanted. But in the silence, he only felt so empty in his heart. He didn't know how his little sister was doing now, and he also thought of Li Bo day and night. He never expected that a person's death would have such a huge impact on his life after that. Li Bo, who had been on the border for more than ten years, talked eloquently in his tent, slashed the bull in front of his furnace, laughed, and he calmly drank the bowl of poisoned wine that belonged to his own destiny. Chen Cheng didn't know if he had done anything wrong, but every night, every night when he sat alone in the central army and was silent, he would think of everything in the past three months, and felt that his life had never been so empty.
The drums outside the tent sounded, and the soldiers practiced at night. Is everything that has a pattern all the happiness that can be built in the world? Chen Cheng didn't know, really, really didn't know. He really hoped that everything could start over, and perhaps, for real life, that unrestrained troubled world that could gallop and indulge in recklessness should never end.
The survival and system accumulated by the Han family for more than a thousand years are so trivial and dull, there are morning tents, morning exercises, there are kings and ministers, fathers and sons, but there is no wandering, no grazing, and no ... Freely. Chen Cheng loves freedom, he is a warrior, but he, a free warrior, works hard to build and defend, but it turns out that it is just this dull life.
The guards suddenly had night terrors, and then found that they were fine, and after whispering outside the tent for a while, it became quiet again. The candle burst, saying that it was three o'clock at night, but Chen Cheng still didn't want to sleep. Insomnia is a recent occurrence, and you are always facing your life at night. When the night comes, the drum is even more loud, and life shakes off the dust that life has imposed on it, and at this time it comes back to life, hitting your soul with infinite pressure and countless tortures. Chen Xi suddenly thought: In Li Bo's more than thirty years of life, he has faced such a night countless times, right? Before robbing grain and grass, when the clan was displaced, in the middle of the night, I don't know what he was thinking?
In fact, as long as you bend your knees, kneel down, and accept the life etiquette passed down by your ancestors, everything will be fine, right?
But he can't Li Bo, he can't Chen Cheng, and he can't.
There was wine on the table, turbid wine. A cup of turbid wine is a home that is thousands of miles away. Although Chen Cheng can drink without fear, he originally didn't like to drink. But recently, he fell in love with wine. Wine is a boy's friend, but why doesn't he have the opportunity to be friends with a living person who is alive, smiling, and has his own commitment and certainty about this life?
Chen Cheng suddenly felt that if Li Bo was alive, in fact, they should have a good chance to become friends, a kind of true friends.
At this time, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, which was his intuition as a martial artist, and he felt that there was a cold, metallic coolness aimed at him, and the coolness was concentrated at one point, his back heart. His cold hair stood on end, he raised his eyebrows, and after being sure again, he moved his hand to the flute beside him. For more than ten years, Xiao has been his friend, his courage, his comfort, his faith, and has never been far from him. There is a "thread" in his strange door blade in that flute, and this line has never disappointed him so far. Chen Xiangbean's instinct was aroused, and he raised his eyebrows and thought: The prince's man is finally here. But he will never give them an opportunity.
When the arrow was sent, Chen Li's people had already jumped up. He jumped out the blade in his flute, and shook his hand and stabbed into the gap in the cowhide tent behind him. That seam, which was originally the trace left by Li Xiaomei's assassination of Zhang Wuwei that day, had been tightly sewn with thread by the sergeant, but after Chen Shi sat in the central army, he did not know what kind of feeling he personally removed the dense thread on the seam. For many nights, he felt a cool evening breeze pouring in from the crack, lightly hitting his heart, like a gentle soothing, like the softness of that finger. With this leap, he had already dodged the arrow, and shook his hand to attack the enemy, but the instant sensation made his body freeze suddenly. His heart was beating wildly, as if he smelled the most familiar breath. His eyes looked at the arrow nailed to the case, the arrow was more than a foot long, the arrow feathers were slightly gray, Chen Xi's palms were sweaty, he took a breath to calm his confused mind, and then said softly like a feather: "Little sister? "
There was no sound outside the crack, there was silence for a moment, and then another arrow was shot, Chen Shan avoided it, but after avoiding it, he regretted it, he remembered all kinds of warmth after Li Yongrong accidentally shot him that day. Is the feeling of this life planted by that arrow?
The third arrow came again, Chen Cheng took a breath, he even saw the arrow feathers trembling slightly in the air, if you really blame me and insist on killing me, then let you kill me. The arrow was about to reach his chest, and Chen Cheng suddenly remembered in his heart that he was not a free person to die now, and that there were still many people's lives hanging on his life, including Li Bo, he included Xu Ji, and even Zhang Wuwei, including tens of thousands of soldiers under his account. The weight was so heavy that he wanted to escape several times, but he couldn't escape.
He sighed in his heart, turned around subconsciously, and the arrow passed dangerously past his chest. Then, he heard a low shout outside the tent, which seemed to have crying: "Chen Cheng, you coward!" "
Then the knife light flashed, and the cowhide tent was split open with a knife, and a person was rolled into the knife light and poured in, and slashed at Chen Shan with a knife.
Undoubtedly, it is the knife in the skirt of the little sister. Chen Sheng flashed, and every flash he seemed to be struggling with his own life. A voice said in his ear: "Don't flash, don't flash, just die under the knife of your lover, you are indeed ashamed of her, indeed, irrevocably disrupted her life!" "
But another stronger voice said, "Chen Cheng, you can't die." You are not a person in the rivers and lakes now, you are a general on behalf of tens of thousands of troops and the safety of one side. "
Chen Cheng's heart was very bitter, so he flashed reluctantly. He avoided every knife that hit like snow, and the knife cut through his robe, and the robe shattered and cracked under one knife after another, scattering in the wind, exposing his body and revealing his helplessness and powerlessness. ——Wouldn't it be good to let her cut open her heart from chest to abdomen with a knife? If it can calm the pain and anger in her heart a little. Chen Cheng closed his eyes, he didn't dare to look at the little sister, but after closing it, his eyes were still full of little sisters, the little sisters who were angry, the angry little sisters, the little sisters in love, and the delicate little sisters.
——If it is ruthless, why do they meet; Even if it is sentient, what can be done if there is no reason? Chen Cheng suddenly heard a mixed voice with love, hate, infatuation, and anger: "Aren't you very good at kung fu, why don't you fight back, why don't you fight back?" "
Chen Cheng was still speechless, and the two fought silently. No, it's actually a dodge and a fight. You suddenly stabbed Chen Sheng a little slower, Li Xiaomei's skirt knife was not just avoided, even if he was Chen Shi, he saw blood on his chest. The bloodstains slowly expanded, like a gap between two people, which were deposited day by day and gradually became a gap. The blood splattered little by little and sprinkled on Chen Cheng's torn robe, as if telling this silent love-hate relationship.
Li Xiaomei said in a dumb voice: "Why don't you fight back, you also feel guilty, don't you?" If it's a man, you fight back. Even if you can kill my brother for the damn world, don't be soft-hearted, and kill me Li Yongrong. "
——"Li Bo's little sister is graceful, the horse on the skirt is like a turning weed, and the left and right shots must be repeated, women are already like this, how can men meet!" Chen Cheng suddenly remembered the song he heard when he first entered the border. The singing is far away, as if a life is so far away.
Although people are in front of you, they are as far away as the end of the world.
The people outside the tent were finally alarmed, and one person said, "There is an assassin!" "
The camp was greatly shocked. In less than three months, why did there be two assassins. Everyone still had a grudge for the last time the assassin escaped, only to see more than 100 sergeants pouring in together, shouting "catch the assassin", but Li Xiaomei did not escape, but only blindly slashed Chen Cheng, and gradually her strength was tired, and finally she was tripped over with a rope, and someone immediately pounced on her and tied her up. The man lifted her cloth and said in surprise: "It's a! "
Chen Shi took a breath and sat back in front of the case, in front of the soldiers, he could not lose his temperament. I saw Li Xiaomei covered in ropes, standing proudly without kneeling. Although Chen Cheng was sitting, he could look at her gaze, only to feel that she was as powerful as fate standing there, and she was the poor worm who was being judged.
Chen Sheng calmed down and waved his hand, "Put it down first, don't abuse it, send a woman to watch it carefully, and anyone who violates me will be beheaded!" "
As he said, he threw down a command arrow heavily, but his face was pale in the shadow of the candle, and his voice was also hoarse.
Li Xiaomei was indeed not abused, and no one dared to disobey the military order of Chen Cheng, who was assassinated. She was held in solitary confinement in a camp. Her eyes were cold, and after a long time, she heard the soldiers guarding outside the tent call softly: "General Ma".
She also knew from the footsteps that the person who came was Ma Yang. He had his unique sound of light monkey-like footsteps. Ma Yang said: "Shut up! Then he said: "General Chen asked me to mention this female prisoner." "
The sergeant remained silent. Ma Yang walked in, his face was calm, he stretched out his hand to untie Li Xiaomei's shackles, and said in a deep voice: "Come with me." "
Li Xiaomei didn't say a word, and followed him straight out of the tent. Ma Yang's whereabouts were not the Chinese army's tent, he kept walking outside the camp. Li Xiaomei also followed silently. After leaving the camp, Ma Yang said: "Where is your sunspot? "
Li Xiaomei raised her chin and pointed to the left, and they walked about three miles to the left and found a sunspot under a big tree. The two of them were speechless for a while, and Li Xiaomei sneered for a while, but laughed but didn't speak. In the end, Ma Yang spoke first: "It was General Chen who asked me to save you." "
Li Xiaomei smiled lowly again. After a while, he said coldly: "If he doesn't let you, you won't come, will you?" "
Ma Yang's face turned red. He usually doesn't like to talk, Li Yongrong has always respected him, he looked at her face reproachfully, and he could see her biting lip, so he couldn't bear to say anything. He should know the pain in this girl's heart. He only said to himself: "Little sister, if he doesn't tell me, I won't know yet." He took a breath and said, "Actually, Brother Chen, his heart is really bitter." "
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that his little sister had turned her face sideways, clearly not listening. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He blessed the couple in his heart, but why, why, it became the situation it is today. Ma Yang knew that it was useless for him to say anything, so he only gently handed the reins to Li Xiaomei's hands and said softly: "Little sister, there are many things, you may not understand or want to understand, and you don't need to understand or don't want to understand." It's just that the third brother wants to tell you that the third brother currently has his own reasons and hardships for entering this Ganliang camp, just like your eldest brother's death, he also has his own reasons and hardships.
Chen Cheng, he is too... There are his difficulties. But no matter what, the third brother is still the same to you as before. "
Li Xiaomei didn't listen to this, she only sneered in her throat, "General Ma", after shouting, she saw Ma Yang's face full of pain. Her heart hurts, and she must be a brother and sister for many years, and she can't bear to sting him. But she can't be weak, only if she is weak, she will cry. Li Xiaomei bit her hair with her lips and whispered, "Can I go?" "
Ma Yang wriggled in his throat for a while, choked for a long time, and finally didn't say anything, just nodded. Li Xiaomei lifted her skirt and mounted her horse, and galloped. She cried at speed. She didn't want to, she didn't want to see all this again, she didn't want to think about all this again, and she didn't want to kill Chen Cheng anymore. As long as she turns all this around, lets time turn back, and when she wakes up tomorrow, she will find that it is sunny grass again, and everything is just a nightmare. Li Xiaomei has never so sincerely longed for a nightmare. She doesn't want revenge, she just wants the eldest brother to come back, even if she doesn't meet Chen Yan, don't love, and don't feel this despair and a bitter awakening so deeply. Why was it so stupid to expect any love in the first place? Why?
The sunspot is running in the dark night, only it, only it, has never let me down in my life. Li Xiaomei stroked Heizi in Mercedes-Benz, like her brother, her dependence, her lover. What does gentleness have to do with it? How gentle is it? Only when it is tied to the grassland, to the sunspot, and to not everything in the world, is it reliable and safe?
There was a sudden low whistle ahead. Heizi also whispered, as if he were meeting an old friend. When Li Xiaomei was stunned, Heizi had already stopped. On the side of the road ahead, there was a tall and thin figure, vaguely the figure that made her heart flutter at first sight. The figure was lonely and lonely, and the loneliness made Li Xiaomei ache from the bottom of her heart. No—she yelled to herself in her head: No, I don't want to be heartbroken for him anymore. But how can it not hurt? Heizi also seemed to be wondering why the owner was no longer happy to run towards that figure today. After a while, I only heard Chen Cheng whisper: "Little sister".
That voice was so soft and soft, with begging for forgiveness, with cowardice, with distress and helplessness about the impermanence of life and the overturning of the world. Li Xiaomei fixed her eyes and saw that the black shadow was so thin and thin. Is the blood from the wound she cut in his chest still bleeding? Recently, has he been so bitter and bitter? He lost weight again, and when he lost weight, he became thin into a hard gaze.
Li Xiaomei lowered her head, she dismounted lightly, Chen Xiaomei held her hand, and Li Xiaomei buried her head in his arms. If nothing happens, if everything starts over, will they be the most extravagant couple on the grassland, will it be a love between heaven and earth and a miracle? If...
But there was no if, Li Xiaomei's tears flowed in Chen Cheng's arms, and she opened his collar and let the tears soak into his newly injured chest. She wanted to kiss him, she was kissing him, kissing his wounds, kissing his pain. Then, she felt that the neckline on her neck was hot, drop by drop, it was the tears of a man, the tears of a man who had never cried in front of her, and she never thought he would cry.
I don't know how long it has passed, time is meaningless here, and Li Xiaomei broke free from Chen Cheng's arms. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't. She was hesitating, she was straightening the reins of the horse, and she was sorting out the horse synthesis, but after counting the manes of the black seeds, she was afraid that she would not be able to clean up the mess in her heart. In the end, she kicked up, but turned around before the pedal and suddenly opened Chen Cheng's shirt, she wanted to take a look, is the scar left by a poisoned arrow she shot in Chen Cheng's chest that day still there? It seems that the scar can make her feel a little gentler and a little more at ease.
Chen Sheng let her peel off his robe, and his thin body was naked in front of her again. The scar was still there, toxic erosion, and the scar was a hot red star in the dark night. Li Xiaomei's tears dripped on the scar. She turned over on her horse, and if - her heart softened - he begged herself now, begged to go with her, would she still have the strength, to be indifferent, and to be proud enough to refuse him to go with her?
Chen Sheng gently held Li Xiaomei's ankle, as if he would not let go for the rest of his life. Li Xiaomei's eyes stared at his lips, at the words she asked him to spit out that would change their fate, and at the life of two people who met and fell in love by chance in the same life. Chen Shi raised his head, his eyes were still as bright as starlight, his throat moved, he was about to speak, he was about to speak.
I only heard Chen Cheng say softly: "Little sister, I don't blame you for killing me and beating me, I just want to compensate you for my life - for the bad luck you brought to me." No matter how you want me to pay you. "
Li Xiaomei breathed a sigh of relief, and she wanted him to say this. But Chen Cheng then said: "However, I am burdened now, and I can't go with you for a while." "
Li Xiaomei hated him the most, what was the country, what the world was, she didn't know or want to know.
Don't you understand that all you need to bear is your own life? Chen Cheng didn't understand her feelings at this time: "Tens of thousands of troops are undecided, and I can't get out for a while." I swear, as long as I can get out, I will go to the ends of the earth to find you, definitely! "
Li Xiaomei was furious in her chest, at this time he was still thinking about what big things he had, didn't he know that these big things had almost cut off her Li Yongrong's infatuation all her life, and also took the life of her eldest brother! She was annoyed that he hated him, but at this time, Chen Shi took off the flute that had been hanging on the side of his collar and had been with him almost all his life, and handed it to Li Xiaomei, saying: "I will give it to you, and I will definitely come to match my flute for your bowstrings." "
Li Xiaomei was sad and desperate. She suddenly clamped the horse's belly, and Heizi knew the master's intentions, raised his hooves, and ran quickly. A dark shadow flew a hundred steps away. Chen Shi's heart was broken, he wanted to chase with his thousand-mile steps like that day, even if he chased to the ends of the earth, but the existence of tens of thousands of troops, the responsibility of one party's safety, and all kinds of heavy burdens weighed him down. He only saw Li Xiaomei suddenly looking back from a hundred steps away, she suddenly pulled out the knife under her skirt, and slashed at the tail of the flute with a knife, and the tail of the flute was immediately sharpened by her. I only heard her hiss: "I don't want to listen to your major events in the world, the world is disturbed by these major events of yours." I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! "
Saying that, she bent her bow and set up a flute, and the flute shot straight at Chen Shi, Chen Shi's heart was broken, this time he didn't hide, if it was destined, let it come. The flute penetrated his shoulder accurately, and the flute hole drank the blood of his master, and the master's love, happiness, hope, and despair flowed with the blood in the flute pipe.
With a whip, Li Xiaomei ran away, but left the voice of "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you" drifting in this wilderness, and really drifted into her life of stepping on the sand and snow, and Chen Cheng's withered eyes looking at the night.