Hammer like a song

[September [-]th, people are prepared for the cold]

Eight hundred miles away from home, cocks crowing and dogs barking are forgotten, the loess is covered, two people and a donkey cover their faces in the wind and frost, the man has a long scar on the left side of his face, he is holding the donkey silently, his eyes are slightly lowered to look around, the woman is sitting on the donkey , covering his face with a turban, looking forward absent-mindedly.

Mo Xie and Gan Jiang have been together for more than a month, along the way, Mo Xie became more and more silent, and Gan Jiang completely lost his youthful spirit.

In the hazy gray rain, the reverse journey has arrived.

Adverse Journey is not big, the three houses are the whole picture, but there are many passers-by who rest and settle down, the door is open carelessly, and the owner of the house with a slight limp on one leg warmly welcomes out the door to say hello.

Gan Jiang chatted with the house owner and passers-by in a sophisticated manner, but Mo Xie couldn't bear the small talk, so he went to bed early after dinner.

She stood on the high mountain, watching the battlefield in the valley with cold eyes. The two armies faced each other, and the left army had the upper hand.The drums of war are torrential, soldiers are fighting, blunt knives cut flesh, swords pass through throats, blood and flesh splatter, faces are blurred, strength and will fight each other.Relying on the sharpness of weapons and the sharpness of momentum, the right army changed formation several times, like sharp arrows piercing the bull's-eye, and harvested the soldiers of the left army.In the end, the general of the right army stabs the opponent's vital point with a sword, and the victory and defeat will be divided.

When she turned her gaze, she saw the robber with a ferocious expression rushing towards her. The face was so close that she could even see the fleas in the beard. Behind his gloomy face, a long knife wound turned up the white flesh on his face. The kitchen knife in his hand was replaced by a sword, and the sword pierced through the robber's chest and abdomen.

The pictures in her field of vision rotate crazily, different faces and figures twist together, some are numb, some are hopeful, some are desperate and sad, some are disheveled, their legs and feet are muddy, they are displaced, and they are running around. Converged into a blurred face, the mouth opened and closed, and asked her "Why?"

Mo Xie woke up from the nightmare. It was already midnight, and there were intermittent wailing sounds from the house next door.She asked the general in a hoarse voice: "A sword has no eyes, leaving only the battlefield for sorrow. You say we forge swords, why?"

The general embraced her: "The sword has no eyes, but the heart has eyes. The benefit of casting will last for thousands of years. Only after breaking through can the world be peaceful. No matter what the journey is, I will do my best to accompany you."