reverse spirit

Chai Ying: "No, I have already promised Brother Xiao to stay in the army and help him. Hey, maybe one day, I can become a famous general of the generation. Then you have to come to my house to drink, we are not drunk Return!"

Mu Linghan: "No problem, I won't leave until I'm poor."

The bearded man said: "Brother Xiao is still struggling alone. I'll go back and help him for a while. When the situation stabilizes, I'll see if I want to leave the country."

You Baiyan nodded, then looked up at Mu Linghan: "What about you, where are you going?"

Mu Linghan: "Let's go home and have a look first."

"En." You Baiyan thought for a while: "Tell me where your home is, I can stop by to see you when I go to Qiongguo."

Mu Linghan: "Haha, okay, I'll write you the place later, remember to bring some tobacco when you come, and don't come if you don't have tobacco."

Ju Baiyan ignored his jokes, looked at Big Beard and Chai Ying with her head, and said, "When you have free time, come to Liguo, and I will take you out to play. There are many interesting places in Liguo."

Chai Ying: "Okay, okay, let's go shopping together."

You Baiyan: "...Is this the only thing in your mind?"

Chai Ying: "Girls from Liguo are beautiful, if you don't touch it, don't touch it."

You Baiyan: "It's better not to leave the country."

Passers-by watched them.

The bearded man: "Don't be stupid, you two, I'm almost losing my face."

Mu Linghan: "Hahahahahaha!"

The streets are still so crowded and bustling, some people come and some people leave, but those buildings, wicker, and ancient wells are still motionless, just like in the past.

Coming and going is the normal state of the world, and personally, it will make people feel a lot, but in terms of heaven and earth, it is so insignificant.

Feng Chen looked at the vivid and beautiful street scene in front of him, and the bustling scene was reflected in his eyes, but he still couldn't seem to blend into the scene.

The little national teacher followed beside him, occasionally raised his head, and looked at him carefully.

Feng Chen: "When will you hold the succession ceremony?"

Master Xiaoguo said in a childlike voice: "Tomorrow, the ceremony will be held immediately after the master enters the mausoleum, because 盄 will come into my body."

Feng Chen hummed, looked at the lights on both sides of the street, and after a while of silence, he said: "Your master, master, including the previous national teachers, have given everything for Liguo, but almost none of them are good. In the end, you will even be spurned and insulted by others." He smiled sarcastically, and said, "It sounds like a joke to have given everything to get such a result."

He raised his head, looked at the vast nebula, and said as if he was asking himself and the sky: "Is it really worth it?"

The little national teacher blinked, with an innocent expression on his face and a little at a loss, he looked down at the ground, thought for a while, and said: "One year, Yizhou was flooded and many people drowned. A lot of food and clothing were distributed, and because of the large number of deaths, the court also allocated a little money to the families of the victims to help them bury their families."

"One day, the master was waiting for someone in a restaurant on the street. An old woman was begging on the street, and she was holding a child who was dressed in rags and bones like her. At that time, people in the restaurant were talking about Yizhou. After listening to the disaster for a while, the old woman led her grandson away and murmured, "If only I was the drowned person, then my grandson can get some money. Have a full meal'."

"Master can't stop thinking about this matter." Xiaoguo raised his head and looked at Feng Chen seriously: "I think, Master never cares whether others appreciate him or not, and whether people from Liguo will always remember him. Troublesome, but I just hope that the people living in the country can live better, at least, I won’t say such things again.”

Feng Chen stopped, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart, he looked down at the little national teacher, then raised his head, looking at the street ahead, countless lights and shadows fluttered in his eyes.

Neither of them spoke anymore. The streets were full of voices, pedestrians were laughing, hawkers were shouting enthusiastically, tall buildings and mansions were stacked one after another, and thousands of colorful lights seemed to be able to dispel all the darkness in the world.

A pair of men and women came from the opposite side, laughing and laughing all the way, playing and fighting, when they came to the little master, the woman suddenly stumbled, and the whole person just ran towards the little master.

Feng Chen hastily stretched out his hand, and hugged the little national teacher to his side.

The woman fell to the ground.

The man who was with her was also startled, and hurried up to help her. The woman patted his hand and stood up cursing.

"It's you, I told you not to push me, you insisted." She angrily patted off the ashes on her body, ignored the man, turned to look at the little national teacher, her fierce expression almost instantly turned into a Vice gentle phase.

"Little brother, are you okay, did my sister bump into you?"

The little national teacher shook his head: "I'm fine."

The man also looked at Feng Chen, and said with shame, "Brother, I'm really sorry for being negligent for a while."

Feng Chen said expressionlessly: "It's okay."

The woman reached out and touched the little master's face, the little master lowered his head shyly.

The woman smiled and said, "It's good that you're fine, the little boy is so cute, how old is he this year?"

Feng Chen bent down, picked up the little national teacher, let him sit on his shoulder, and then he left like that, leaving the man and woman standing there in a daze, the little national teacher turned his head and waved his little hand at them .

Ahead, the outline of a river gradually appeared, which was the Lebi River.

There are lanterns hanging on the houses beside me, and the shadows of the lights fall on the ground, and sweet-scented osmanthus flowers grow all over the ground.

The sound of the river is constantly rushing, as if it wants to send out the thoughts of relatives, to those who are drifting at sea, and to those who are alone.

Feng Chen's voice was mixed with the sound of the rushing water.

"Before, I always felt that life and death are nothing. If you have the ability to keep yourself alive, then live well. Otherwise, even if you die, you can't blame anyone. You have no ability."

"But one day, when I saw a person fell down in front of me, I suddenly began to think: What were these people thinking at the moment of death? Would they feel very scared, or very uncomfortable? She? Do they have a family? After they die, will the family members suffer? Their parents have lost their sons, and their children have lost their fathers. No amount of compensation or awards from the imperial court may be able to make up for their pain."

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance: "What do you say to serve the country and regard death as home? These are words that can only be said by a person like me who wears fine armor and rides a good horse, and some ordinary soldiers don't even have a piece of armor. , When on the battlefield, you can only face the enemy with flesh and blood. When surrounded by enemies, who can think about the righteousness of the country, and can only keep killing to keep yourself alive. If you don't kill, you will be killed. If someone kills you, there is no way out."

Feng Chen rambled on, as if he didn't care if anyone was listening, but simply wanted to say what he had been thinking for a long time.

The little national teacher hugged him and listened to him quietly.

Feng Chen stopped and stood by the bank of the river, where the willows were weeping and the breeze was blowing.

Large and small boats rowed by in the river, rolling up layers of white waves.

"I never believed in ghosts and gods before, but now..." Feng Chen closed his eyes, the breeze blew past, and gently stroked his face: "I hope that there are gods in this world, and that those who were humble as hell People who are ants can enjoy dignity after death, I hope..." He opened his eyes, the magnificent rivers reflected in his eyes, and the boundless sky turned in his eyes: "People who are separated by life and death will meet again one day .”

A drop of warm water fell on the little national teacher's hand, he raised his head to look at the sky, after a moment of stupefaction, he looked down at Feng Chen again.

"The gods will not treat people who are caring." The little national teacher hugged him, smiling sweetly, with small dimples on his cheeks.

"General, the person you are waiting for will definitely come back."

The breeze sighs, the lantern shakes, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wine floats for miles, silently telling about the joys and sorrows, whether bitter, sad, or desolate, but with a hint of sweet hope.