Rebirth Night Expedition Far River

I don't know when it started, Wen Jiang gradually felt the tense atmosphere in the air, like a thread, moving up and down the Chen Mansion, everyone went about their work in silence every day, not looking too much, not Talking too much, the entire Chen Mansion, at some point, became silent.

Even Mr. Chen, who is like an old urchin when he is familiar with him, spends more and more time in the study room, and the study room has been brightly lit day and night for several days. Several times, Wen Jiang got up in the middle of the night and stood quietly. In front of the window, listening carefully to the outside, there is a slight movement, passing across the roof, and then falling into a boundless night.

He also heard someone whispering at the corner of a certain rockery, talking about the unpredictable situation outside.

When the wind picked up, he stood in the garden and looked up at the sky.

During this period, the only thing he can do is to do what he has to do, as usual, occasionally go to the kitchen to cook some fresh food, and more often, he is nestled on the couch in the room, holding a I don’t know who wrote the travel notes, and then I posted them for an afternoon.

Until one day, he finally received a reply letter. He had been writing letters to Yu Jianye before, and he stopped the correspondence until he came out of Huali. That's why Yu Jianye and the others sent a letter saying, "I've been involved in something recently, but it doesn't endanger my own safety. Uncle, don't worry about it. It's just that it's inconvenient to communicate. When the matter is resolved, Xiao Qi will return home." After the contact was broken, after Xie Zheng told him those words, he couldn't help saying that he was safe again, but he didn't receive this reply until today. The sender should be Xie Zheng's subordinates. When he handed the letter to him , couldn't help but said: "Young Master Wen, it's best not to contact the outside world for the past few days."

Wen Jiang nodded in response, and hurried back to his room to open the letter.

This letter from Qingxi Village was ghostwritten by Yu Huaisheng, and it was full of thoughts, worries and concerns from Yu Jianye and Yu Tong.

[Small Seven Ruh:

I have received the handwriting for many days, and now I am a little free to write a few words.

You know that my uncle is illiterate, so please ask Huaisheng to write on behalf of me. Everything is fine at home. Your brother and Huaisheng just returned to Qingxi Village from the capital a few days ago, and Xiaoqi, you heard that you will go to Zhucheng. , the farthest is the provincial capital, and I don't know where Zhucheng is and what the situation is, so worried, I want your brother to go to Zhucheng to find you, but Huaisheng stops him. 】

Wen Jiang thought in his heart that Huaisheng was related to the Han family, and he was well-informed, so he must have sensed the changes outside, so at this time he would not let Yu Jianye and Yu Tong leave the village. It was not that he was not worried about himself, but , if they have nothing to do, Yu Jianye and the others will easily get into trouble if they come out at this time. If something happens to them, someone will definitely come to them.So it's better to just wait at home.

[Huaisheng explained to us, Xiao Qi, you are a smart boy, if there is anything wrong, you will definitely let us know in advance, your letter probably meant that we would not come out and wait for you in the village with peace of mind, so In the end, I discussed with your brother and decided to listen to Huaisheng and you. Even Huaisheng, I let him stay at home. 】

Wen Jiang nodded, well, right now, the safest thing to do is to stay away from all villages that might be linked to Zhengzhi.

[But we are still very worried about you. I don’t know if you are well fed, warmly dressed, and comfortable to live in. You said that you met a few friends before, and you said that you have a very important person to take home. When you finally meet your sweetheart, my uncle thought you had found someone you like, but Huaisheng said that we knew that person.Uncle thought about it for a long time. There should be no girl you like among the people we know, so the person you are talking about should not be the person you like. Then the important person you mentioned should be Brother Xie. Have you met? to him?If it's him, Uncle can rest assured, with him around, he should be able to take good care of you]

Wen Jiang couldn't help laughing out loud, this guy Huaisheng must be laughing at himself for being vague, leaving his uncle and the others to think about it.

[Although my uncle still has a lot to say, but it is inconvenient to write letters, so let's wait until you come back.You just need to remember that when you are outside, all money is outside your body, and only your own safety is the most important thing!Remember! ! !And so you go home! 】

Looking at the last sentence, Wen Jiang felt the care and love between the lines. He folded the letter and put it on his chest. Slowly, his eyes turned red.

He also missed his uncle, his elder brother, and Yu Huaisheng. During the time he came here, there was a home that he could never leave.

Since receiving this letter from home, Wen Jiang didn't like to leave the house more and more. At first, Mrs. Chen visited him, worried that he was overwhelmed, afraid that he might have a heart attack, but she didn't expect to see it when she arrived, but she couldn't laugh or cry. .

At the end of March, it was drizzling in the south of the Yangtze River, and I saw that the appearance of the house had changed greatly. The wooden carved landscape screen was removed, and a bamboo and rattan screen with four leaves blooming with cold and red plums was half hidden. The lingering smoke is sweet and elegant.

The moon-white figure curled up on the couch by the window, sleeping deeply and breathing evenly, and there was still a pot of tea boiling on the low table beside him.

"Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, wake up, Xiao Qi." Mrs. Chen stretched out her hand and patted Wen Jiang gently, calling softly.

Wen Jiang opened his eyes in a daze: "Grandmother, grandma."

"You, just sleep well. Why don't you even cover yourself with a blanket and just sleep by leaning against the window. Fortunately, the window is closed." The old lady asked someone to bring a cloak, and directly threw Wen Jiang However, the ramblings are full of concern: "Although it is March, the cold is still there. Be careful of the wind. You may feel uncomfortable when you catch a cold."

Having said that, the room is actually very warm. There are only two elders and Wen Jiang, who is considered half the master, in the Chen residence, and all good things come after them, and the two old people love Wen Jiang the most. Instead, he It has become the most precious thing in the whole mansion.

Wen Jiang turned his head and looked out the window. One or two days after Xie Zheng left, he was still counting the days. Half a month later, there was no news, only that Xuejiazhuang was suddenly closed and that the west garden suddenly burst into flames in the middle of the night. , seemed to hear the sound of swords and screams, and no one dared to check for several miles, even the government officials turned a blind eye and closed their eyes. Everyone moved away with their families, but there was no rumor about it.

A few days later, suddenly a large number of soldiers came to Zhucheng, and the people were panic-stricken. Rumors abounded, some said that the emperor had died, some said that a certain prince had rebelled, and some said that people from other races had called. In short, there were different opinions. Chen's house closed the door, and bought a large amount of food and supplies early. Wen Jiang also felt that there seemed to be a lot of people around him. Although he couldn't see the figure, he could still feel it. He guessed that it was the person Xie Zheng sent to protect him.

During the period, Shao Yu sent a letter and wanted to come, but was stopped by Mr. Chen.

Then, another half month passed.

The officials in Zhucheng got off their horses one after another and replaced them with a new batch. Wen Jiang saw a man with a mustache come to visit Mr. Chen, and heard that the newly appointed parent officer gave him a gentle smile when he saw Wen Jiang.

However, no matter how noisy outside, no matter how stable Mr. Chen was, Xie Zheng's news never appeared in front of him again.

Wen Jiang took advantage of the situation and tightened his cloak, but said with a smile: "Grandmother, Xiaoqi knows his mistake, next time he must remember to cover himself with a blanket when he falls asleep."

"You, you just talk but don't do it. I caught you once, and what's more, isn't it uncomfortable to curl up on the couch and think about something? If you want to sleep, go to bed and sleep well." He nodded his forehead.

Wen Jiang rubbed his forehead and smirked.

The old lady looked at him blankly and sighed: "I know you are worried about Ah Zheng and the others, but your grandfather told me that if you want you to live here with peace of mind, you don't have to think about anything else. Don't worry, too."

"Grandpa really said that?" Wen Jiang asked hurriedly.

The old lady laughed at him: "Can I still lie to you?"

"How could it be! My grandmother wouldn't lie to me!" Wen Jiang smiled and acted like a baby when he heard the words: "Since my grandfather said it, it must be fine."

"Then why does your little face still look like a bitter melon?"

Wen Jiang lowered his head: "I just, just want to know when they will come back."

"Oh, come on, come on." The old lady patted him on the shoulder.

The two turned their gazes out of the window at the same time.

The clouds are rising like smoke, and the rain is like loose threads. [note 1]

The willows are green and the apricot blossoms are white, it is already April in the world.

Wen Jiang woke up early today, leaning over the desk, writing something.

Nothing to do, since ten days ago, he wakes up every morning, after washing, he will sit in front of the desk, write a letter to Xie Zheng, write a letter that he will not send, this is already No .11 envelopes.

The first ten letters were folded flat and placed in a small box on the table.

Wen Jiang took the brush and spun it in mid-air, tilting his head, thinking about what he was going to write today.

When Xie Zheng pushed open the door, he saw such a scene.

Peace, tranquility.

An indescribable feeling surged out of his chest in an instant.

There are so many things in the rivers and lakes, the rise and fall of the court, the ups and downs, and the ups and downs. In this treacherous wave, some people rise to the top, some people have no ambitions, and some fall into the quagmire, drowning and sinking. However, it is difficult and cruel No matter how cold and frightening it is, there are still people who are still struggling on this road and continue to walk.

But those people and those things have nothing to do with us anymore.

Wen Jiang sensed something and looked up at the door. The man was wearing a green shirt and stood by the door. The bright sunlight outside hit him, deserted, but very warm.

I don't know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper;

I don't know the depth of the fate, and a lifetime is enough.

"You're back."

"I am back."