steal light

That period of time has long faded in Ye Donglan's memory, and the life at that time was actually quite different from that in the capital.

"Lan'er, it's a long way to go to the capital, so you need to be careful."

It was raining patter outside the simple thatched hut, the holes in the roof were also dripping, and there was a small square pool in the house, and the spring was rich. The lights of other houses had already been turned off, but only the Ye family was still lit. In front of the oil lamp, Ye Mu was mending Ye Donglan's clothes, still worried.

At that time, Ye Donglan was 15 years old, living in poverty, short and thin, with a sallow complexion, like a monkey, but his bookish air was quite pleasing.

Ye Donglan was born in a small city in Linyang County in the north. Ye's father is a scholar, and his literary name is not bad in this township. He wanted to go to Beijing to take the exam, but he was born at the wrong time during the war years. He has been living here , until Ye Donglan was born.Father Ye is determined to cultivate Ye Donglan into a talent. Ye Donglan can read at the age of three, recite books at the age of five, and compose more than ten poems at the age of ten. At the age of 13, he has a slight reputation in the village. .

Ye Donglan nodded and carefully wrote down the teachings of his parents.

It was quiet outside the window, with the occasional chirping of insects.

It was just dawn when Ye Donglan set foot on the road, and he was carrying his mother's mended clothes and packed dry food on his back. Ye Donglan stood at the entrance of the village and looked at the window flickering with dim candles. His memory of home was nothing more than a leak. The eaves of the house, the poems and books copied by his father, and his mother who shared an oil lamp with him until late at night, but suddenly had to leave home, and the reluctance in his heart weighed heavily on his heart.

There were few pedestrians in the frontier, but on the fifth day of the journey, Ye Donglan found that there were more pedestrians on the road, most of them brought their families with them. He asked casually, "Where is this old man going?"

The old man was exhausted, he couldn't breathe well, and his voice was hoarse, "Who knows where to go, we will go wherever there is space for us, anyway, Yang County can't stay any longer."

"What happened in Yang County?" Ye Donglan roughly understood that the pedestrians on the road were fleeing.

"Northern barbarians, head south."

The words "old man" made Ye Donglan's heart tense. "Northern barbarians" is what they call the barbarians in the north. They stared at the land and food of the Dasheng Dynasty all day long. The barbarians were barbaric and fought at any cost. In all likelihood, there would be another great war, during which the imperial court conscripted soldiers, was defeated, and the barbarians burned, killed and looted, and it was the common people who suffered the most.

Ye Donglan couldn't help worrying about his parents, whether his parents had escaped, where they were fleeing to, and if he had obtained meritorious service in the capital this time, where would he go to find his parents.

Ye Donglan took a deep breath, took off the dry food and water bottle on his body, handed it to the old man, turned around and ran towards Yangjun. "Take care on the road, old man."

The old man called him from behind, but saw him passing through the crowd and going upstream.

The closer you get to Yang County, the more refugees there are. Unlike the old man who was in such a state of embarrassment, they all looked tired and sad. Ye Donglan walked and looked around, but he never saw a familiar face. He was overturned, he could hardly move.

During the period, I also met a fellow countryman. He asked about the whereabouts of his parents, but he didn't know the answer. One person even said,

"It seems that a northern barbarian went to your house that night. Who knows if they took your parents away. Since you want to go to Beijing, go there quickly. Don't come back after you pass the exam."

Ye Donglan smiled stiffly and bid farewell to one villager after another. It took him a day and a night to run for five days. When he arrived at the gate of Yangjun, it was the dawn of the second day. The city gate was wide open and the streets were empty. As if it had become an empty city, Ye Donglan's newly changed clothes before he left had a few big holes, some fell or scratched by branches, bloodstains were exposed at the exposed openings, and the shoes on his feet were also torn The toes were exposed, worn out on the ground, blood-smeared, showing a dark red color.

Ye Donglan's eyes darkened, and he fell to his knees.

Before losing consciousness, I heard some noises,

"Little beggar? Wake up?"

"Why don't we drag it back, isn't the general going to conscript?"

"With such a small body, you will die when you drag it back."

Ye Donglan frowned at the chirping sound.

A rather gentle voice broke the chaos, and Ye Donglan heard, "Take it back."

He felt that someone lifted him up, and he didn't know where to put him. His body was shaking and he fell into a deep sleep.