Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

Just after March, Li Pingan was at home working the vegetable garden.

Alia popped her head out from the fence, "Uncle, has there been any letter from Chu Sheng?"

As she grew older, Alia had grown into a slim and tall girl.

The skin has improved, the face has become plump, and the facial features have softened a lot.

The character is as cheerful and lively as before.

"Not yet." Li Pingan said.

The war on the front line has just ended, and the soldiers have not yet settled down.

There's no way the letter will arrive so soon.

This time the Great Sui had achieved a considerable victory, but at an equally heavy price.

In the blink of an eye, more than two months passed, and Chen Chusheng's letter still hadn't arrived.

Both Duoha and Alia were worried that something happened to him. Alia had dreamed several times that Chen Chusheng died on the battlefield.

A few more days passed.

Li Pingan decided to go to the front line to see, just as Ma Sanniang asked him to go to the front line to do something.

Li Pingan led the old cow all the way.

The narrower the road, the fewer pedestrians.

It is full of desolation, only the wind blows through the poplar trees on the side of the road.

On the way, Li Pingan met a woman with a young man in his seventies.

This woman is not ugly, nor is she very old.

It's just that the body is so thin and skinny, it looks like a dried hen.

"Mother, take a break and drink some water."

The young man took out a pot of water, and took out cooking cakes from his bag.

Then, he walked up to Li Pingan again.

"Uncle eats sesame seed cakes and home-made pickles, don't hold them back."

Li Pingan smiled warmly, "Thank you very much."

Through chatting, I learned that the mother and son were also looking for their relatives.

The old woman's eldest son was also a soldier in the barracks. Now that the war is over, there has been no news.

The worried woman and her youngest son planned to go to the barracks to have a look.

"Mother, don't worry, brother will be fine."

The young man comforted him.

"Didn't the eldest brother say that you will have money when you come back, and our family can live in a big house, and you don't have to weave anymore."

The old woman sighed, "What a big house, I just want you to be safe and sound."

A few days later, Li Pingan rushed to the frontline barracks.

At the end of the war, the front line also relaxed a lot.

Li Pingan walked up to a sentinel, "Please ask the sergeant to inquire about something."

The sentinel took a look at Li Pingan.

"I wonder if you know someone named Chen Chusheng?"

The sentinel said nothing.

Li Pingan passed some copper coins calmly.

The sentinel weighed it a few times and said casually, "I don't know."

Li Pingan took out another silver nugget, which was about a penny.

"Bring some wine, brothers."

Then the sentinel changed the subject, "Look for someone, go to the classics to find someone."

The sentinel called a soldier and asked him to take Li Pingan and the others to the classics office.

The old woman and the young man were also involved.

When I arrived at the classics office, many people came here to look for their family members.

Worried that you won't find it, and worried that if you find it, it's just a news of death.

Some people covered their faces and wept bitterly, some people prayed silently...

"Next, next!!"

The officials in the classics office looked impatient.

Li Pingan and the old woman waited for two full hours before it was finally their turn.

As a result, the official slapped the table and said, "Okay, I'm here today, and I'll come back tomorrow if I need to find someone."

When the people behind heard this, they became anxious immediately.

But apart from complaining a few words, there is nothing to do.

Li Pingan leaned over and took out another coin from his pocket.

"Master Jun, it's been a few days of driving, please help me."

"This is a rule, and I can't help it." The man said righteously.

"Understand."

Li Pingan took out another handful of broken silver.

"Mr. Jun, please make it easier. My wife is getting old and worried about her children."

The man nodded pretendingly, and changed his words, "They are all loyal to the country, I can understand, tell me what's your name and where is your place of origin."

Li Pingan and the old woman reported the information of their children.

The official took out a thick pile of ancient books, "Find it yourself, the one with the red cross is dead."

When I opened it, it was densely packed with names of people.

Both the old woman and the younger son are illiterate.

Li Pingan could only get closer, opened his pale eyes, and recognized them bit by bit.

This efficiency is really too slow.

Li Pingan wrote down the name of the old woman's son, asked them to remember his appearance, and then went to find it.

A round set sun sticks to the ridgeline of the desert, outlining one after another outlines.

Li Pingan rubbed his eyes and put down the classics.

He sat there without speaking for a long while.

At this moment, I also feel that there is a fog in front of me.

The handwriting on the paper was trembling, and I couldn't bear to read it.

Suddenly the old woman took a booklet, pointed to the name on it and asked, "Sir, please help me to see if this is my son's name?"

Li Pingan pondered for a moment, "Yes."

The old woman seemed to have guessed something, "Then the red cross on it..."

Seeing that Li Pingan didn't reply, she was stunned for a while.

He raised his hand, but then hung it down feebly, and sat down.

Li Pingan closed the booklet, wanting to comfort him.

But in the face of life and death, any language seems so feeble.

Li Pingan left the barracks.

.............

Five days later, Li Pingan found Chen Chusheng's body on a hillside.

This is not the main battlefield, and no one collects their corpses.

It's cheaper than the embarrassment in the mountains, but fortunately, Chen Chusheng's body was preserved.

It is estimated that it is not his turn yet.

Before he died, he should have resisted desperately.

The dense wounds on his body covered every inch of his skin, and there was hardly a trace of complete flesh and blood.

The boy's face was still determined.

Perhaps before he died, he was still fantasizing about the bright future that did not belong to him.

It was said that it was a monk in the team, and they had originally carried out a sneak attack mission in the last battle.

As a result, the monk betrayed Da Sui and led the team to the Turkic ambush.

Li Pingan dug a big pit and buried everyone's bodies.

Originally, he wanted to dig a hole for Chen Chusheng alone, but he didn't want this child to be too lonely.

He was buried with his companions.

Li Pingan sat by the grave and said to himself: "When I was studying, I read such a sentence.

Everything in the world can be picked, but the day cannot be picked.

Everything in the world cannot withstand scrutiny, and every scrutiny will hide grievances in everything.

I came into this world and suffered a lot.

I used to think that one day is one day, and there is no high ambition. Success or failure is just a matter of turning around.

He thought he was an old Zen master who saw through the joys and sorrows of the world, but in fact he was just unwilling to experience those life and death.

I have been soft-hearted since I was young, and when I was a child, I saw my playmates deliberately crushing ants to death.

I stopped them, so no one else would play with me.

My father said that I would not grow up to be a climate.

In this regard, you are better than me. "