Haiyan

Winter has always been a very long season, especially at this time of year, when the cliffs on both sides are densely covered with flowers with extremely tenacious vitality, dancing messily around the mountainside, and the hurricane cannot sweep them away. Only to blow away the white snow that falls on their blossoms.

The army of the Eastern Han Dynasty finally ended in a disastrous defeat under the fierce offensive of the Jinjia Army. It is said that the corpses of the Han army were piled up on the river bank that day. Tang was seriously injured, and even the old emperor Liu Fei was almost shot down by the enemy from the golden luan chariot. If the valet beside him hadn't blocked the arrow, the momentum of the Eastern Han Dynasty would have been wiped out on the spot.

Three days later, the Eastern Han Dynasty completely withdrew from the Sanhe battlefield with the remaining [-] troops. Under the pressure of the Golden Armored Army, they ran all the way back to Bianjing in a hurry, trying to use the last line of defense to guard their last sliver of dignity. For the powerful Western Han Dynasty, the combat effectiveness of the Eastern Han Dynasty is still far behind.

The funeral of King Guangming was completed on a snowless day. It was dull and low-key. Even Bai Fan didn't show it. It was only after Wei Shuyou's former subordinates stayed in the mourning hall for several days and nights that they arranged for the cremation. The reason for the cremation was Chang Sheng's request. He didn't want to bury Wei Shuyou in this helpless place. He wanted to hug his ashes and bring him back to his original place.

The wind and the waves rose at the same time, and when it hit the face, it was unknown whether the wind was blowing the waves or the waves were carrying the wind. Changsheng was wrapped in a snow-white fur and quietly looked at the white waves in a trance under the moonlight. In the past few days, he didn't even have time to wash and tidy up. His black hair was hanging gently behind his back and he was only tied with a white cloth belt. His face looked very gray due to fatigue, especially the thick blue-brown under his eyes. Coupled with the untreated stubble around the corner of the mouth, the whole person looks much older.

The moonlight is really miserable, but fortunately, the old man who is drawn to his back by the bright lights on the top of the city not far away, if you look carefully, you will find that there are a lot of silver threads in his black hair, it is a night of white hair As a result, everyone knew it well, just like from the moment he came back with Wei Shuyou's body on his back until he was cremated, he never shed a single tear.

I can't cry anymore.

He then spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Some are wounded and some die, this is war.

The person he once thought was a god was finally summoned back by the hand of God, and he was powerless at all.

The war is cruel and terrible, and there is no knowing when it will end.

Everyone involved in this is the executioner, but this time, Wei Shuyou is no longer the lucky executioner.

"I thought I was blessed by the aura of God, but I just found out just now that I am also an ordinary person."

......

It turns out that we are all ordinary people.

Chang Sheng squinted his eyes, only to feel that a cloud of mist was filling his eyes, and suddenly there was a sound of slow footsteps from behind, and he pulled away from his consciousness, but he didn't look back, until the warm big hands gently Covering his shoulder, Chang Sheng turned his head slightly, but didn't look at him, and asked in a low voice: "Are you here?"

Wearing a white shirt, Li Su's entire face was shining brightly, his jaw was tense, his long eyes were fixed on Chang Sheng's side face, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it again Going down, the wind and waves on the river bank were very strong, and within a moment, he already felt a little wet all over, and Chang Sheng had been standing here for a long time, until he couldn't bear to come over to disturb him anymore.

"thanks......"

After a long time, Chang Sheng finally squeezed out two words, but he turned his head and looked at him deeply - there was no joy of reunion after a long absence, but a little more indescribable stalemate beyond life and death.

Li Su looked at him expressionlessly, and didn't answer the words. He stretched out his hand to his neck and stroked it until it stopped on his chin, which was a bit prickly, before asking indifferently: "Cold? ?"

His voice was a little more hoarse and vicissitudes. Changsheng knew that from the day Li Su came with the Golden Armored Army until now, he had never closed his eyes once, so that when he was discussing matters in the tent this morning, his eyes froze. Hei almost fainted, but he didn't say anything, and he accompanied Chang Sheng to take care of Wei Shuyou's affairs until now.

"A little bit." Chang Sheng nodded, took a few steps forward, and before he reached the man, he pulled him over his shoulder and hugged him tightly.

"It's much better this way..." Chang Sheng buried his face in his arms, his nose was lingering with a faint bitter taste, and he felt that the heart that had drifted to nowhere these days was finally at last. Back in the cavity, the long-lost sense of stability surrounded him tightly, causing the last wall of resistance in his mind to collapse, and then his whole body couldn't help but start to move slightly because of the sudden relaxation. Trembling turned into violent trembling, Li Su didn't say anything, just hugged him tightly with both hands, kissing his head over and over again, as if this could express his distress and comfort at the moment.

That's enough, enough, without too many words.

Chang Sheng tightly grasped the clothes on both sides of his waist with both hands, as if grabbing the only remaining life-saving straw, he clung his fingers tightly together, and after a long while, he gently rubbed the cloth with his face on his chest, He whispered: "Go back."

Li Su gave an 'en', took his hand, and walked towards the city gate step by step, quickly leaving behind the waves of the river behind him.

The author has something to say: The number of words in this chapter is surprisingly small. I originally wanted to post it together tomorrow, but after thinking about it, I forgot it, because the outline of the last volume was overturned and rewritten, so it was very difficult to write, and sometimes it cannot be guaranteed It is updated daily as before, but you have all discovered that as long as I update every two days, the number of words will basically not be less than [-], so if I don’t ask for leave for copywriting, then I will write this chapter in a day I can’t finish it, if I break the chapter forcibly, I will not be able to play well in the latter part, it will take two days, so thank you for your willingness to wait, and thank you for your support, bow~ Try to make a base of [-] tomorrow