Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Then the aunt woke up, shaken awake by He Lan. The aunt realized that she had just fallen asleep and was still adjusting.

He Lan said, "Mom, why are you here? If you are sleepy, go back to sleep, or you can lie down here with me."

The aunt regained consciousness and reached out to look inside. Seeing that He Lan's fever had subsided and her voice was no longer weak, she felt relieved.

Then he said, "Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about? I'll lie here and Lu Gan will lie there." He poked He Lan's head again.

He Lan: "Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!" The aunt who was about to get up to check it out actually stood up and said, "Stop talking nonsense. I'll go back first. Let Lu Gan come in and have a good rest. You too."

He Lan reminded her, "Okay, be careful on the slippery road, be careful."

"I know. My eyes are not blurry." Then he left the tent.

Outside, the snow was still falling, and my aunt didn't think too much about it. She called Lu Gan, who was sitting by the fire, into the house to rest, and then went back.

The next morning, the only horse in the team was ridden away by Wu Da and He Qian'an. A horse could not last long, so they used the money to buy another one.

He Ru's fever also subsided, but she did not wake up. She appeared in another place very realistically.

What caught my eye was a group of ordinary people fighting and killing each other. Why were they ordinary people? The Japanese samurai uniforms they wore were obvious.

She didn't understand why she was here, she only knew she saw a familiar figure. Seeing her stand out skillfully and steadily, He Ru was both happy and worried, because the weak will eventually be eliminated, and He Ru was afraid that she would be eliminated too.

As she killed one person after another, the number of people fighting dwindled from twenty or thirty to just over ten. He Ru realized that there was still one person left, and he couldn't underestimate them. They fought from sunrise to noon and then to sunset. Finally, at around three or four in the afternoon, only two people remained. Exhausted, they both collapsed to the ground. Their initial battle, side by side, now at loggerheads, foreshadowed that one of them would eventually fail.

After a tacit understanding of resting and recuperating, the real battle began. Neither of them gave in, each going all out. As the sun set and night fell, the battle remained close. Finally, she could no longer hold on, and was beaten back step by step.

From a third-person perspective, He Ru could clearly see that her opponent was also about to be exhausted. If she just held on a little longer, she could win. But what He Ru feared finally happened.

He Ru saw her being beaten back step by step, and saw the Japanese samurai sword attacking her chest.

He Ru could no longer bear this high pressure and woke up from his dream, opening his eyes and saying "get away".

She couldn't speak in her dream. She was happy that she could finally speak, but when she opened her eyes, she no longer saw the bloody scene.

She was a little scared, afraid that she really couldn't dodge the sword, but she was also a little relieved, relieved that it was just a dream.

He Ru was breathing heavily, her brain still in a state of shutdown, so she didn't see the people around her, didn't hear the people around her asking questions, until a pair of hands were waving in front of her, her eyes finally focused.

She saw that it was He Lan's hand that was shaking. When she came back to her senses, He Lan said, "It's okay! Go change your clothes. They are all wet."

He Ru only now realized that she was covered in sweat.

Then she forgot everything, everything about the dream. She only remembered that it was a terrible nightmare, very scary. She still felt scared now, but no matter how hard she tried to recall it, she could no longer remember it.

He Ru woke up in time. The team members were busy packing up and showed no signs of leaving. The tent she was staying in at the He family had been confiscated. He Ru packed up the tent as soon as she woke up. After that, she found that most of the men in the village were missing. After asking He Lan, she learned that the village chief had asked the men in the team to surround the Beirong people on the mountain.

According to the information provided by He Ru and Yi Fengbai, it can be inferred that there are not many Beirong people in the mountains.

Upon hearing this, He Ru got up and ran hurriedly towards the foot of the mountain.

He Lan didn't stop her, but she didn't follow her either. In fact, the village chief's arrangement was for He Ru and He Lan to guard the team, while Yi Fengbai and the village chief led people to block the enemy. However, He Ru wanted to go to He Lan and couldn't stop him. Just as He Lan turned around to ask people to strengthen the protection, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned back vigilantly and saw He Ru running back again.

He Lan was speechless: "You've already left, why are you coming back?"

"Hey, I came back whenever I wanted, what do you care about me?" He Lan said with a look of wanting a beating, which made her teeth itch with anger.

"I'm hungry. What should I eat?" He Ru covered his stomach, looking very hungry.

He Lan saw that the opportunity for revenge had come and became happy again. "When you get up, there's nothing left to lick from the bottom of the bowl. What else can you eat? Air."

"If you don't tell me, I'll find it myself." He Ru found food easily.

She found a multi-grain steamed bun and sat on the ox cart, as if she was eating some delicious snack with relish.

After eating and drinking, I looked around. It wasn't even dawn yet, but the world was still a vast expanse of white. All the colors in nature were dominated by white, making the world both bright and dark. The monotonous white seemed to be nothing in the world. Its purity was fascinating and attracted people.

He Ru was from the south and loved snow, especially this kind of heavy snow. But that was when the country was peaceful and the people were safe, when no one froze to death on the streets. Now, He Ru only felt worried, worried about the poor people. Since ancient times, many people have not been able to survive the winter.

On the ground, in contrast to the pure white and beautiful snow, the people today are as gray as dirt that seems to stain the white snow, and as shabby as rags that destroy the integrity of the snow.

What can be seen are the refugees who are still breathing and moving, but what cannot be seen are the bodies hidden under the snow who have long since lost their voices.

These refugees have long lost the desire to do evil, or perhaps their misery stems from their refusal to cross the line in their hearts. While this snow brings hope for the coming year, it also brings disaster to this year's refugees. Only after overcoming the current crisis can there be a new year, right?

This snow has just begun, what will happen next? He Ru dare not think about it.

Did the imperial court not know about the existence of these refugees? Unlikely. There is only one explanation: they didn't care. They didn't care about the refugees.

He Ru could understand that the court was in such a state of flux that it naturally didn't have much energy to care for the refugees from these two states. However, this court was somewhat disappointing to He Ru.

He Ru saw several people huddled together, people looking for firewood, a couple crying while holding their baby, a young child silently accompanying an elderly person lying there, and an unusually large hand oozing with pus that was about to reach into the extinguished fire.

He Ru didn't look at her again. She didn't have such great ability. She had no money, no food, no clothes, and she still needed the team's protection. It seemed that she could do nothing.

An idea took root in He Ru's heart and grew vigorously. It was not that there was no way out, there was hope.