I have a book to play

Sun Peng seemed to have had a dream.

In the dream, it was the concubine elder brother who was hacked to death by random knives, blocking the last way to the back door of the Sun Mansion, blocking those menacing soldiers in black clothes who claimed to be arrested, but went around killing people everywhere.

The panic-stricken servants of the Sun Mansion dragged him away desperately and pushed him out the back door.

As the back door closed, he looked back one last time at the family he had grown up with.

Their faces were intertwined with gloomy expressions, but they all shouted "Qilang, let's go" in unison.

"Shichiro, let's go!"

"Qiro, hurry up and don't look back!"

"Shichiro, run!"

Even though the door had been closed, and even though one side of the ear hurt so much that only humming was left, he still felt that he heard the wailing from his father.

"I won't go..." He heard a hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat, like the scream of a wild animal, and the pain of not being able to escape alone burned his young heart.

Just when he was trying to hit the back door, someone screamed from behind the door——

"Brother Seven, let's go!"

go?

Everyone wants him to go, but where can he go?

He fled in a hurry, and in the heavy snow that winter, he hid in the streets and alleys like a lost dog.

He also dreamed that he was injured and arrested, and was thrown away on a mass grave in the middle of a snowstorm and in the desert.I don't know who recited the Buddhist scriptures, but the voice was low and fluttering with the wind, walking along with the snow falling from the sky, from far to near.

He struggled to look, and as far as he could see, there was a monk wearing a plain white monk's robe, standing against the wind and snow, holding a broken lamp in his hand, step by step, stepping on the snow, walking towards him Come.

*****

In the third year of Baoying, the imperial guards of the East Palace Crane were recruited, and Xiao Langjun from the seventh line of Sun Dashi's mansion was selected as one of them.

Not long after, Sun Qilang was accidentally injured, a big hole was broken in the back of his head, and he fell unconscious immediately.

On the same day, Sun Qilang was carried back to the Sun Mansion, and the Pharmacy Bureau even sent several imperial physicians to stay in the house day and night, taking his pulse time and time again, and changing the prescriptions several times, but still nothing happened .

Three days later, Sun Qilang still didn't wake up, and his breathing gradually slowed down. The imperial physicians took turns to check his pulse, and finally persuaded Sun's family to prepare for Qilang's death, but he had no choice but to leave.

As dusk approached, Sun Qilang, who had been unconscious all this time, opened his eyes.

There was no one in the house, and it was quiet outside the door.Sun Peng was lying on the bed, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, his expression was exhausted, his head was covered with sweat, he had clearly just escaped from a nightmare, and he looked weak as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

The air in the room still smelled of medicine.Sun Peng was half asleep and half awake, when he heard a series of footsteps in the corridor outside the house, getting closer and closer, and finally he was stopped at his door.

"Don't go, Shichiro is still sleeping."

"When will Shichiro wake up?"

"Shichiro...will wake up soon."

The voice was heavy and faded away. Sun Peng lay on the bed, covering his eyes with his hands, his palms were hot and humid.

The voice outside the door was so familiar that he couldn't stop crying.

It's Sun Xian, his direct relative, the elder sister born of the same mother.

The other is the younger brother, Balang Sun Wei, who was laboriously born by his mother before she died.Because of a serious illness shortly after birth, he is 12 years old today, but he is still as ignorant as a six-year-old child.

But no matter whether it is Sister or Hachiro, they should have died in Dongyue in the fourth year of Baoying.

so now……

Sun Peng put down his hands, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and tried to open his eyes wide to see everything around him clearly.

This is his house.

A seven-foot couch, leaning against a painted screen, and a small table made by my father...

Sun Peng closed his eyes, his heart beating faster and faster.

He is not dreaming.

Really, he really is alive.

It even went back to before the Sun Mansion was implicated by the nine clans!

Sun Peng sat up from the couch, his eyes went dark when he got out of the bed, he fell down involuntarily, his elbow hit the ground suddenly, and a big bruise was formed.

But it was also this bump that made him realize more and more clearly that the nightmare-like days he experienced that whole year had become his only memory.

He got up from the ground, staggered to the door and opened it.The autumn wind poured in from outside the door.

The autumn sky is getting shorter and dusk is approaching, and the sky outside is not as bright as in the daytime.

Wearing a moon-white outer garment, he walked through the promenade step by step. The backyard was quiet, and it seemed that everyone had lost track.But every time he took a step, he could always see familiar traces around the corner that made his eyes burn.

At the corner of the corridor, there is a picture of green bamboo drawn with wolf hair.That was when he was five years old when he was enlightened, he took a pen that was not wiped dry, and drew two strokes on the snow-white wall.He was taught a lesson by his father, and when he turned around, his second uncle had already splashed ink with two strokes of ink, drawing a wall of green bamboo.

There were a few knife marks on the pillar at the end, which the third uncle used to compare the heights of their cousins.After paddling, he was whipped by the old and strong grandfather and drove the whole yard.

And under the ginkgo tree outside the corridor, buried a white cat that he and his sister raised since childhood...

The more Sun Peng walked, the heavier his footsteps became. When he came back to his senses, he had unknowingly stood in front of the familiar back door.

Sun Peng still couldn't believe that he had returned to Baoying four years ago.

He even suspects that what he sees and what he has gone through is just another dream.But if these are just dreams, is it true that after waking up from the dream, he is still lying in the cold mass grave, smelling the stench, and a faint wisp of Buddha incense from the tip of his nose.

It was his excessive trust and naivety that brought about the disaster of the Sun family.The eldest sister who is a direct relative is married to an inhuman person, even if she is of high status, in the end it is only a word that can change her life.

As for him, he was hiding in the ancient temple in the deep mountains in desperation, deaf in his right ear, and there was only one person left who could be trusted.

Although his revenge was avenged later, he died of serious injuries and was abandoned in a mass grave, and finally died in Huangquan.

Thinking of the voice he heard just now, Sun Peng had mixed feelings, wiped his face on his back, and then stretched out his hand to open the door.

He is afraid that he will never forget it in his whole life. In the four years of Baoying, his fate has undergone earth-shaking changes since he walked out of this door.

The capital is still the same capital.

The same street, the same market, the same people coming and going.

Sun Peng stood in the middle of the road in a daze, and when a carriage drove up from a distance, some kind passers-by gave him a hand.Seeing that his complexion was pale and his head was wrapped with gauze, an old man repeatedly advised him to sit down and rest before moving around.

Young children are laughing and playing in the streets and alleys, and the aroma of tea and wine is interspersed in the market.Occasionally passing by a restaurant and restaurant, you can still hear the diners sitting inside, toasting and chatting.It was about Sun Peng, the Qilang of Sun University's scholar's mansion, who was injured and about to die.

Sun Peng paused slightly outside the restaurant, then turned around and walked into a restaurant on the corner of the street, took a basket of white candle paper money, and went straight out of the city.

There are mass graves in the western suburbs of the capital, where unclaimed or smuggled corpses are buried all year round from palaces and backyards of wealthy families.Because of the remote location, except for the wolves and tigers running in the mountains, few people pass by there, so bones are everywhere and weeds are overgrown.

Sun Peng was standing on the mass grave with a basket in his hand, and there was no one in sight as far as he could see, and when the wind blew, there was a rotten smell blowing in his face.

In the winter moon of Baoying's fourth year, he was wounded all over and was abandoned here.Blood dripped continuously from his waist, the back of his head, and his legs.

Dongyue's chill seemed to slow down the speed of blood flow, and even his breathing at that time also fell silent.

He was lying sideways on the ground like that, with icy snow and hard stones under his body, large snowflakes fell from the sky like gray-white butterflies, slowly covering his eyes and freezing his ears...

Recalling these, Sun Peng sighed, bent down and took out the white candle in the basket, and paid his respects here.

He didn't know who he wanted to pay tribute to, but maybe it was just because he had swallowed his last breath in this place, and had some fate that could not be called fate with other people who had been buried here.

In short, when Sun Peng heard those gossips in front of the restaurant, Sun Peng couldn't help thinking of going to the restaurant to buy something.

The wind blew away the clouds, and the smell of cigarettes seemed to dilute the rancid smell in his nose. Sun Peng stood up in front of the white candle, looked down at the cigarette curling up and finally dissipated, then turned around and walked down the mountain step by step.

He just woke up from a coma, and the back of his head hurts after staying outside for a long time.Slowly walking back to the city gate, he happened to meet the guards on duty. Looking at the familiar faces, the images of Baoying's four years of avoiding pursuit flashed through Sun Peng's mind like a revolving lantern. .

He opened his mouth, and was about to speak to one of the simple-looking guards: "You..."

"Xiao Langjun is here, but it's easy to find!"

Inside the city gate, someone suddenly shouted.Sun Peng raised his head, and not far away were several soldiers in black armor galloping on horseback.The horse's hoof was raised high, almost touching the tip of his nose and falling down.

The man on the horse laughed loudly, bent down, and said in a low voice, "Sun Xiaolang, you are really restless."

He blew towards Sun Peng's ear ambiguously, and stretched out his hand to pick Sun Peng's chin with the whip.

Sun Peng didn't change his face, turned his face away, and walked into the city one step apart.

The man wanted to say more, and the servants of the Sun Mansion followed behind, panting heavily.

Sitting in the car back home, Sun Peng leaned against the side wall of the car, listening to the conversation outside the car curtain, his eyes gradually became silent.

He is still alive.

This is not Baoying for four years.

A soldier in black clothes...that is the dress of the crane guards.

Reminiscent of what the diners mentioned in the words of the diners, Mr. Xiaolang of Sun University’s scholar’s ​​residence not long after he entered the Crane Guard, there was an accident, and the imperial physician was helpless. Sun Peng was finally able to judge when he had returned to—the third year of Baoying.

In the autumn of Baoying's third year, Sun Xian married into the East Palace.

At the end of autumn, Donggong Crane Guards were recruited.

In less than half a month, he was deliberately designed in the guard, resulting in serious injuries.That injury tortured him for more than a month in his memory, and the root cause of the disease was still left behind.

It's just that at that time, he survived the dangerous situation several times, and finally turned the corner and survived.

Now, he died in this so-called accident, which allowed him to be reborn and return to the Sun Mansion before the tragedy started.

The carriage passed through most of the capital steadily, and finally stopped slowly.

Before the car curtain was rolled up, Sun Peng could already hear the noise outside.Those voices that were so familiar to him almost brought tears to his eyes instantly.

The curtain of the car was suddenly lifted from the outside, Sun Peng raised his head, and faced the angry face of the young woman outside the car, his expression fluctuated from joy to sorrow, and he sighed softly: "Sister."

His eyes flickered, tears streaming down his face: "Sister, Qilang is back."

The author has something to say:

I almost forgot to open the text... Well, I, Hu Hansan, are back!I hope this story can be the same as the previous "General", and someone is willing to watch it continue and accompany it to the end~