sound of wind and rain

The willows are freshly drawn, the grass is freshly green, and spring comes with a little chill.

Yu Mengxi is still alive.Watching the flowers bloom and fade on his fingertips, he still smiled like before, laughing so hard that he didn't know how long it has passed.Except for rainy days, he couldn't remember where he went or what he did on rainy days.

Today, with the gurgling spring rain outside the curtain, Duan Qichen came to see him, while Yu Mengxi sat blankly in the corridor, watching the fish swimming under the shade of the trees.He knew that Yu Mengxi had a hysterical attack.

Yu Mengxi muttered, "Spring is overcast and weeds are green..." Stretching out his hand to catch the rainwater "...the river is full of wind and rain to watch the tides...Shu Yao."

Apart from the fragmented fragments of poems, Duan Qichen also heard an unfamiliar name.

"Who is Shu Yao?" I asked Yu Mengxi later when he was awake.

Yu Mengxi shook her head, "I don't know." Then she lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Duan Qichen thought that as long as Mengxi people were still there, everything would be fine.Things are indeed as he thought.Mengxi's body has improved a lot, and her spirit has also recovered a lot.

Due to several times of harassment by dog ​​soldiers in the court, the Holy Majesty decided to launch an army crusade.Luo Hanjiang was appointed as the general of Xiaoqi, and defeated the bandits.

At the beginning of the war, the Luohanjiang side was strong, but as it went deeper into the hinterland, supplies became tighter, and it became a stalemate.The imperial court immediately sent Han Yuchao as an imperial envoy to quickly escort the grain and grass to Quanrong and comfort the soldiers on behalf of the emperor.

Duan Qichen stood in front of the window and bid farewell to Mengxi. "Mengxi, Luo Hanjiang has always said that a man is regarded as a battlefield, and he will not look home when he is on stage. Now that the military situation is critical, I can't bear him alone. I will go to him. If I don't return within half a day and there is no letter, you Go to my house and open the second secret compartment, which is enough for your future use, here is the key."

Yu Mengxi looked at his friend's resolute expression, "Qichen, I won't leave, I'll wait for you two to come back."

The brigade escorting food and grass set off from the capital in a mighty way, and they traveled for more than a month at a fast pace. When they arrived at a place called Lu'erhai, they were intercepted by the raiding troops sent by Quan Rong, but none of them survived. Brave but not enough food and grass, the enemy besieged the city, and the whole army was wiped out.

Because the outpost was controlled by Quan Rong, the news reached the capital half a month late.Yu Mengxi was walking on the street, and the people around were talking about the defeat of the Luo family army in a panic, and they were all afraid that the dog army would come to the capital.

"No, Qichen will definitely find Luo Hanjiang."

Yu Mengxi has been waiting for another half a year, and it has already entered autumn, and the golden osmanthus in the courtyard has bloomed, and the person has not returned, and there is no letter.He opened the second secret compartment.Dismissing the servants, carefully locked the door.

He is the same as when he came here, one horse and one blue shirt.

Walking south along the post road, he stopped at a post station. There was a girl playing diabolo, about three or four years old.He called her "Shu Yao." The girl ignored him.He was not angry either, he walked over and said softly, "Let me play with you." The girl Fang looked up at him, and smiled coquettishly, "Okay, uncle will play with me." He turned the diabolo into various tricks, which provoked the girl giggle.After playing, return the diabolo to her. "Uncle, can I give you a hug?" The girl nodded.The small body was picked up, and the head leaned obediently against this weird uncle.This uncle is so strange and good-looking, but he looks so sad.Hearing his parents call his name, he struggled to get down, wanted to leave but was a little bit reluctant to part with this uncle, and handed the diabolo in his hand, "Don't be sad, uncle, I'm giving this to you, I have to go, my mother called me."

He waved his little hand.

The good things in the world are not strong, and the colored clouds are easy to scatter and the glaze is brittle.

Turning on the horse, the figure quickly disappeared among the thousands of pines.