Red Plum Wine Dyeing

Looking back on the old days, the floods in the south caused floods during the planting season. Due to the lack of national treasury to deal with the floods, the people in the south were in dire straits.It happened that the Nanman invaded the southwest, and our soldiers failed to arrive, and lost cities one after another.

It is suspected that the southern barbarians began to revive three years ago, and the foundation is not stable. Our country still has a large chance of winning, so how can we lose one after another?In the end, the reason is that there is insufficient food and grass in the south, and the national treasury is empty. After coming and going, a large number of troops reported to the monarch that they were completely annihilated.When you borrow from officials, you all refuse.What's more, he wrote a letter: Seek peace through peace or voluntary concessions.Emperor's anger.

It just so happened that Jiang Xiyu was robbed of his fortunes by his enemies who had conflicts in business. He had attracted the attention of the monarch because of illegally smuggling arms to Nanman in the past few years.Hearing the news, he knew that he couldn't escape, and there was no need to worry about it, so he took the initiative to surrender, although he was still stopped halfway, the result was the same anyway.

The cell was dark, rancid, and the thin air was mixed with a unique smell, and the depressing people couldn't breathe.I was escorted all the way, but I saw that the man tied to the post had his head drooping and he was healthy; the figure huddled in the corner, Mu Na turned his head, but he couldn't see the facial features clearly.The jailer only opened the wooden door, pushed Jiang Xiyu in, locked it, and went away cursing.Fortunately, apart from flying insects and spiders, he was the only one left in this cell.Jiang Xiyu pulled a pile of straw to a corner, leaning against the wall before closing her eyes.

Waiting is long and boring.Man is mortal.Jiang Chuan does not seek longevity, nor does he wish to live a hundred years, so he has no regrets so far in this life.Fortunately, Mo Ya went out far away as usual, and he didn't know the date of return, which was very good.I'm afraid I'm afraid that Zaimo will come back.Not sure, I always feel stuffy in my heart.

Day and night passed for a long time, and I fell asleep as usual, taking broken bricks to mark the wall, and passed half a year in a daze, not knowing what happened outside.He didn't even know what crime Jiang Xiyu was charged with.Not to mention the lack of food, the hemoptysis became more and more serious, and it turned out that it was so tiring to live so aimlessly.Jiang Xiyu did not receive any news from Mo Zuizhang, saying that the struggle was nothing more than that.I can't bear it, and as time goes by, depression and resentment mixed with a little bit of anticipation wash away those desires more and more flatly.

That day, the meal was better, and there was still half a jug of wine.In the past six months, I have seen people who were taken away after eating this meal and never came back, and now it is my turn.do you want to eat?eat.After half an hour passed, two or three jailers came and grabbed Jiang Xiyu and left.After giving him a simple change of clothes, he didn't go to Xingtai at all, but pushed him outside the prison gate.Looking back at the jailers, I didn't hear what they said at all, and my head exploded like a mess...

Looking at the sign, there are a few big words at the top of the head: "Continuing the c army was wiped out, the x army rushed to the front line, and recaptured the city for the first time in this battle."Jiang Chuan panicked, supported the wall to stabilize his body, and ran to the suburbs...

What he looked at was the next one: "The strange thief Mo Zuili has been sentenced to death." '

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In the world half a year ago, one faction was the grand master and the other was the monarch.The former holds the encyclopedia in his hand, so he doesn't care about him; he can only find the emperor with a false name, because he has hope, he will give it a try.Mo Ya made a leapfrog letter and started to act after getting approval.The content is simple and clear: Mo Ruizhuan raised enough money to replace him, and he was willing to be arrested.Life and death are up to him.

In the following six months, Mo Ya has never been idle.On the one hand, breaking into houses or robbing tombs, on the other hand, he focused on stealing evidence of smuggling and annexation by corrupt officials, which shocked many people in an instant. Not to mention being hunted down day and night, even when he was sleeping, he often sat up in shock.Even if there are people sent by the monarch to help, they will only deal with some miscellaneous things.It still depends on Mo Yacong himself.

He doesn't know tiredness or hunger, and he runs around day and night.Even after being chased and stabbed in the back, Murongying took care of the wound and rested, and couldn't sleep. When the sky darkened, there was no one in the room.

Even if there is any bitterness, it can only be chewed and swallowed.No way, this job is too hated.He was lucky enough, and he didn't expect too much.Once Mo Zuizhang made up his mind to do it, even if he hit the south wall, he would not hesitate to hit his head and bleed.What's more, there are still people imprisoned in the dark place of the dungeon.He persuaded himself: it must be like this, it must be like this, if you don't hold on tighter, all the sand will leak from the palm of your hand.

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Looking at the morning light from a distance, the fog faded away, revealing Bai Lian with a white belly.The shadow of the waning moon can be seen vaguely, which almost blends with the sky, but it has not been erased because of the lead-gray blue plating.Before the sun rises, the birds are chirping.Ruthless is ruthless, how can you understand the coldness of the world.The more desolate the place, the more verdant the vegetation.

Even here is a mass grave.

The bird was startled and fled to a distance.Jiang Xiyu ran into the narrow path, and the pungent and familiar rancid smell became stronger and stronger.For some reason, Jiang Chuan fell suddenly while running, and he rubbed his elbow through his clothes. Looking back, he realized that it was a half-buried bone that tripped him.

Flocks of crows gathered together, eating fresh or rotting carcasses.When people rushed over, they just changed positions and continued to eat.Jiang Chuan frantically pawed at the piles of corpses, every time he touched the limp flesh, his heart trembled with fear.He didn't care about it, and only gave himself a numb and vague order - to dig up these corpses and find him.

Jackdaws broke the silence of the sky, misery mixed with despair.Some people are frightened by the boundless darkness, and sink in despair.The ink-soaked sky couldn't find any light, and it was unknown whether it was dark clouds or fog that floated at the right time, intending to open the gaps in the sky and let the monsters make trouble.

After a long time, Jiang Chuan only felt a tightness in his chest, tightly clenched his trembling hands, his eyes were dizzy and blurred due to heart palpitations, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and had an uncontrollable dry cough.In my impression, Jiang Chuan collapsed, his ears kept buzzing, but his head was too empty to fill Piao Miao.He curled himself into a very small ball, looking confused and helpless.

You see, the sky doesn't want Jiang Chuan to find Mo Quaizhuang, even if it is his bones.

The coldness of the bone is like tearing out the soul.After howling and howling, he forgot how he got back.Accompanied by that cloudy wind?Hand in hand with boundless despair?Maybe yes.

After burning the paper money, He Ma sat alone on the steps of the door.Since I saw Mr. Mo's back running out pretending to be calm in half a year, this house is even more silent.Sitting numb, he got up and was about to close the door. He vaguely saw the silhouette, and hurriedly walked a few steps forward. Only then did he see clearly the man's dirty face, blood stains on his ragged clothes, and a few strands of black hair hidden in messy white hair?Jiang Xiyu almost fell on her shoulder, uttered a few syllables hoarsely, and trembled.In He's mother's opinion, this is a bone without too much weight, stretching human flesh.Her eye sockets were also red, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.

Jiang Xiyu collapsed due to excessive fatigue and extremely weak spirit, who would have woken up after sleeping for only an hour.The outside is chaotic, the colors drawn by the collision of black and white are mixed with the dirty mist, filling, merging, and splitting again.Jiang Xiyu went to that place again, hastily, almost frantically, digging up that piece of bone again.After regaining consciousness from the rotten smell of rotten meat, the setting sun turned red half the sky.He was not reconciled, the sand and stones ached the joints of his fingers.

She couldn't cry anymore, Jiang Xiyu wanted to stand up, but she didn't want her vision to become more and more hazy, wandering aimlessly, and finally hit a tree, warm liquid dripped from her forehead, and dripped along her face onto the clothes that couldn't see the original color .Only then did he remember the way home.Walking up the steps with straight feet, I lay there as soon as my legs gave way, unable to get up.

He Ma only heard Jiang Chuan say that he was cold, tired, and the name in the screams.In order to prevent him from going again, they asked someone to tie him up.Jiang Xiyu couldn't be stopped if he didn't listen.

After years of suffering with the medicine, Jiang Chuan's eyesight recovered.Touching his bony hands, looking at his increasingly pale face and almost completely white and dull hair, He Ma understood completely: those who leave first are happier; strong.He has to live, to live well.

It took more than half a year for this empty coffin to be buried in the ground, and the tombstone was seen when the door was opened.sorry.The road is endless, when will the past be forgotten like smoke?One day, he squatted down and rubbed the only string of words on the monument with his fingers, and suddenly he became angry and asked someone to dig out the tombstone and throw it away, and replaced it with red plum seedlings.Over time, plum blossoms were planted in the courtyard.In winter, when the fragrance floats for three miles, the fiery color will bloom in full bloom in the cold, as if it can ignite the cold heart.

Jiang Chuan couldn't bear to see it, he looked so much like that bastard.Stopped a bunch of messes and asked him to pay back the debts that he would never pay in his life.You see, why is he like this, he barged in vigorously, but left quietly.

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The snow is still flying wantonly, but the wind has lost interest and no longer carries it by it.Without entering the house, Jiang Xiyu let go of the bloody handkerchief and let it float away.The bark of the plum tree is rough and chapped, and its roots turn up and down.This old tree is blooming for the tenth time, and I don't know if its withered red is stained with world dust or hidden in the snow layer on the soil.

Jiang Xiyu looked up at the colored branches, no matter how violent Xue was, she couldn't stop the arrogance of plum blossoms.The cold wind blows the plum blossoms, shines on the plum blossoms in the cold winter and the setting sun, and moistens the plum blossoms with wanton snow particles.Being ruthless makes the flowers bloom more red and lonely every year.There are so many, yet so bright and lonely.

Rubbing the black jade flute, looking deeply at the plaque on the side room, holding it to the lips, the sound of the flute spills out.It was the song "rest in peace" that Mo Ya followed back then. 'The tone is not bad for him in the slightest.You said that the living can sleep peacefully after listening to this song, and the dead can calm their souls after listening to it.This song floats in the air and rests in the resting place of the king's soul.

The sound of the flute trembles at the end, seemingly unwilling, confused, desolate and wanton.

Don't you know?Don't you see?Don't you hear?

Really, why is this beautiful scenery blurred again?

Jiang Chuan leaned against a tree with a flute in his hand, opened his mouth, and then chanted Ge Sheng with himself:

"Summer's day, winter's night. After a hundred years, return to his home. Winter's night, summer's day..."

☆、Extra: Dumb Desolation

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The storage room is next to Jiang Xiyu's house.This was originally a side room for Mo Ya to live in after packing up, but he refused and wanted to come and lie on Jiang Xiyu's bed.Pushing him, he got under the quilt; when he opened it, he had already curled up into a ball, covering his ears behind his back.Jiang Chuan, who is often angry, can't laugh or cry, but fortunately the bed is big enough, so he acquiesced later.

As for the side room, because Moya brought too many things from his trips every now and then, he asked the carpenter to make some antique shelves.Jiang Chuan, he just packed up the playthings brought by Mo Zuizhang, arranged them well, and they filled a shelf, not to mention that Mo Yacong would often go out to have fun.

Jiang Xiyu got up one morning and was free, thinking about it, Tuo Moya went to buy a plaque, drank wine and waited until the sun went down, and then saw Mo Ya came back with things tightly wrapped with white cloth strips.Cut it open with scissors, it was exactly the plaque he wanted, it was generous and finely made, the four corners were gilded, and there was dust in the seam.It must have been picked from someone.Fortunately, I don't know how to get the word down, and Jiang Chuan just mentioned two words with this Jiu Jin on a whim: dumb.When it's done, it will be hung up by Mo Zhanzhang.He didn't know where he found the copper bell and hung it on the plaque, and the extra rope hung down, swinging in the wind with the muddy sound of the bell.

The dumbness three years ago has accompanied him for another ten years.After Mo Zuizhang left, Jiang Chuan repaired the dumb desolate and then repaired it.Sadly, he found that Mo Yacong had left him so many things: flower petals mixed with stones in the sachet, wooden box behind the plaque, picture scroll in the empty wine jar...

This feeling can be treated as a recollection, but it was lost at the time.

Jiang Chuan has formed a habit.In my spare time, I would hold the altar of wine, go into the wilderness, recall the past, and his appearance.

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Don't destroy the word dumb.From small waves to big waves.He can get up to the mausoleum under the eaves, he can sing poems well, weave flowers and plants well, he can hold a bow and arrow and move a kitchen knife, and he can amuse girls and attract cowherds.You can tell him to pretend to be blind to give a massage! ...

Leaving Xueyu aside, Mo Yacong also likes to make some strange things for Jiang Xiyu to play with.For example, that stone was found in the sachet where he kept plum blossoms beside his bed.It looks like a corner of a tree, with a long-tailed bird engraved on the branch, looking into the distance; behind it is a snake wrapped around the branch, with a big bloody mouth, and the letter it spits out is exquisitely carved, and the bird is about to bite when it is running. The picture freezes like this, arousing imagination.

Looking at it many years later, Jiang Xiyu couldn't help rubbing it with his hands.

Then there is the hand-woven cloth covering the cage. The natural dye comes from an unknown plant. The weave is very tight, and the patterns are complicated and delicate.It's a birdcage, but it's too far-fetched, it's not for raising birds.This is what Mo Ya used to weave out of several thin wooden strips. There is no door, only the gaps between the wooden strips.

Jiang Xiyu once hung him on a plum tree branch, and when he went out again, a small sparrow got into the cage. It was so frightened that it didn't come out, and the cage shook in a hurry.In the end, there were a few fragments of feathers and shadows fleeing hastily.

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Sitting on the stone bench next to the stone chessboard, Mo Ya threw two ivory dice with one hand.Coincidentally, he was spotted by Jiang Xiyu who temporarily put down his work to get some air.Without saying anything, he brought a small handful of red beans and placed them on the stone chessboard.

Mo Ya looked up and asked, "Linglong dice and red beans?"

Jiang Xiyu smiled without saying a word.Unexpectedly, once these words were released, there would be no chance to speak to Mo Yacong again.

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"Do you know about lovesickness?" Xu Shi's wine was too strong and he choked up tears.Jiang Xiyu laughed wildly: "Do you know? Do you know..."