Invitation

In the fifth year of Zhengguang, the six towns in the north, Guanlong, and Hebei rebelled. The Chinese army Yulin Huben went to various places to suppress the rebellion.God's will made a trick, and both Helan and his son were sent to northern Xinjiang.

Today is different from the past. Four or five years ago, when He Lan and his son went to Luoyang in northern Xinjiang, although the place was not as prosperous and lively as the capital, and there were occasional conflicts with Rouran, it was considered peaceful and peaceful. Now they have returned to Northern Xinjiang again. Xinjiang, the state of this place is unbearable to hear.The bones of the dead are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles. Every time I see it, the shocking pain is beyond words.Unfortunately, they were not sent to where they had been stationed, where they would not have to face swords with the comrades-in-arms of yesteryear, the rebels of today.Since joining the army and obeying orders, defending the country in Jingbian is a bounden duty.Life and death are impermanent on the battlefield, and he walks on the edge of the underworld almost every day, and there are constant battles, big and small. He Lanzhao thought that his green head would probably be shrouded in horse leather, but what he didn't expect was that his father, who was half a soldier, died in the In this battle against the rebellion, he was besieged by the rebels in an isolated town, and died under the rebels' knives. He died in the northern Xinjiang where he had been guarding for half his life.

I heard from a surviving comrade-in-arms that He Lanyan "bleeded to his heels and drew his bow continuously." He Lanyan taught him to be born as a Xianbei man since he was a child, and to die as bravely as a wolf on Helan Mountain. He Lanzhao was silent for a long time, remembering that before he left An all-night drink with his father, this was the last drink he had with his father.

At that time, He Lanyan was drunk, and slapped him on the back. He didn't hold back his strength, and almost slapped him somersault. He Lanyan said: "You are getting old too, and there are some things... I don't want to care about you, there will be a war in a few days, if your father and I are gone, you have to remember that your father has always been very satisfied with you, and you can do whatever you want in the future, but you must be worthy of your own conscience."

He Lanzhao was startled, and he and He Lanyan looked at each other silently. He Lanyan's eyes were cloudy after drinking, but his eyes were transparent. This veteran soldier who had been in the wild in northern Xinjiang all his life laughed, and snorted his son's hair: "OK Well, your old man has never seen anything in his life."

At that time, He Lanyan seemed to see through something, and also seemed to have a premonition.

It was the whimpering of the night wind, and the faint howling of wolves was like someone's hoarse cry.

After that, He Lanzhao himself was almost killed in a battle. His comrades saw that he was still alive, so they dragged him back when they retreated. Pulling, he was disembowelled immediately, and his comrade-in-arms hurriedly stuffed his sloppy intestines back into his stomach, whispering: "Don't die, don't die, if I die, I'll be in vain. "

At that time, He Lanzhao was like a blood gourd, vaguely feeling that his stomach was being stirred up and down, thinking in a daze: Damn it, where are my intestines?

He felt himself being lifted up like a dead pig by his feet. Excessive blood loss and severe injuries made him unconscious, his vision was dark, and his voice was as blurred as if separated by a layer of water. The noise in his ears was extremely noisy, and he could only vaguely hear a sentence: "Don't die."

don't die.

He couldn't see anything, but in the darkness, a figure appeared in front of his eyes. The man hugged his waist tightly, like a drowning man clinging to a piece of driftwood in the sea. The man's face was like a crown of jade. , but his eyes were red, he begged him: "He Lanzhao, don't die."

He Lanzhao didn't know where the strength came from, and he straightened up and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was transferred to the wounded barracks, and a few days later, a lame soldier came over chewing tobacco leaves: "Your brother is seriously injured?"

He Lanzhao had just had his stomach sewed up, held his stomach and sighed, and said in a bad tone: "Isn't it a matter of war... I'm in a hurry... I just gave birth, and I didn't even have time to confine myself... Then the war came. "

The soldier burst into laughter: "Your mouth is too poor—brother, I know you. Is your surname He Lan? They say that you fight like you are desperate, and you are famous for your ruthlessness."

Although He Lanyan usually whipped him with a fire stick, since he was so satisfied with him, He Lanzhao didn't want to let him down.

He wanted to live like him, and he wanted to die like him.

Furthermore, if there is no courage on the battlefield, He Lanyan and his old man will easily show up in the military tent in the middle of the night, and then continue to beat him with a fire stick.

He Lanzhao smiled: "Fate... I still need it, there is a wife in my hometown... I will marry it when I go back."

The soldier stopped laughing for a long time, and showed a sad face: "I don't have a wife yet, so I'm limping, and I don't know if I can find it in the future."

He Lanzhao smiled feebly. The wound on his belly hurt like a needle prick with a knife. It's also hot today. If it festers or grows worms, whether he can survive depends on fate. When he went to the battlefield, his eyes were red. I never thought about life and death, and I didn't have time to think about it, but when the injury was critical and my life was hanging by a thread, there was always a breath in my heart, supporting him not to die——

There are still people waiting for him in Luoyang.

He Lanzhao stared at the tent of the wounded and sick camp. His weakness made him drowsy for the past few days, and he seldom woke up. Now he was sleepy again. Before he fell asleep, he thought, before he came, he promised him that he was safe. At that moment, Beijiang didn't even have a post station to pass on the letter, and he couldn't report it if he wanted to, and it made that person worry all the time...

He fell asleep.

When Yun Di received the obituary of He Lanyan's death, he was like being hit with a sap, repeatedly saying "how is that possible", and didn't listen to anyone. He went back to his room and stayed all afternoon. When he came out, he seemed to be old all of a sudden. , wiped his face, and said hoarsely to Yunyu: "Clean up, I'll take you to your adoptive father's house."

Mrs. He Lan is not a weeping weak woman. She followed He Lanyan to eat sand in northern Xinjiang for more than [-] years. Her husband and son have joined the army and lived and died for most of their lives. The family is very careful, and before leaving, they quietly arranged the funeral. At this time, Mrs. He Lan was sad, but she would not be sad. After returning from He Lan's house, Yun Di said: "Your adoptive father has... now If something happens to Zhao'er, your stepmother will be the only one left in Luoyang City, we must raise her, and you will treat your stepmother like your biological mother in the future... What's wrong with you?"

Yunyu's face was as pale as dead ashes, and even his lips lost blood, he whispered: "I understand."

Yun Di sighed: "Life is a matter of life and death, so you don't have to worry too much about Zhao'er."

"He won't," Yunyu said rashly, "He promised me to come back alive."

Yun Di looked at him, shook his head and smiled wryly: "He promised you...you are still too young to have gone through anything. Back then when Dad and your adoptive father were in the army, they never made such an agreement, such things as life and death. , who can promise whom..."

"He said he would come back alive and he would come back alive! He never promised me anything he couldn't do!"

Yun Di was stunned, and because of the only loud confrontation his son had made in more than 20 years: "You..."

Yunyu's face was pale, except for a pair of blood-red eyes. He was bent over, gasping for air like a bellows in extreme pain and uncontrollable, swaying, and knelt down in front of Yundi.

In the past two years, he has not been in panic for a day. He remembered that He Lanzhao had promised to report his safety before he left, but in the end there was no news for two years. He waited and waited until He Lanyan's obituary came.

For the first time, death stood in front of him cruelly and truly. He Lanyan had died in battle for half his life, so what about He Lanzhao?

Yundi stood in front of Yunyu like an iron tower, motionless and silent. He was startled and angry. For the first time, he vaguely realized that the relationship between his son and adopted son was not as pure and simple as the relationship between him and He Lanyan back then. .

Yun Di was silent for a while, and then asked with difficulty: "Are you... Are you..."

"Father," Yunyu knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily, and grabbed Yundi's clothes, "Wait for Azhao to come back, and then I will let you deal with me, okay?"

Yun Di looked at his son's curled back in pain, and sighed: "...you are confused!"

During the suppression of the rebellion, General Er Zhurong became more and more popular. Because he recruited troops in the frontier fortress, he recruited many talented generals. I heard that He Lanzhao was famous for being brave in the army. In the meaning of acceptance, he was allowed to bring his father's relics back to Luoyang, and after a short stay in Luoyang, he followed Er Zhurong to Hebei to suppress the rebellion.

At this time, it has been more than two years since he left Luoyang to fight the rebellion in northern Xinjiang. When he went, he had a heart of bad luck. He thought that when he came back, he would have a happy reunion after a catastrophe, but he didn't expect it to be too hasty.He went home to report that he was safe, and Mrs. He Lan burst into tears when she saw him, hugging him like the only pillar for the rest of her life. He Lanzhao stayed at home with his mother for half a day, and then left for Yunzhai.

Two years ago, the spring breeze was proud of his horseshoe disease, and the streets of Luoyang were full of shadows of him riding a horse. Now the city is still prosperous, but his mood has long been different.He hurried all the way to Yunzhai, and found that Yunyu was already waiting at the door. The two separated after two years, and looked at each other silently through the ruthless chaos of swords and swords, as if they had passed away.

Everything around seemed to have suddenly regained sound and color, Yunyu looked at him, as if she had finally woken up from a long nightmare, and her steps to meet him faltered.

The man was riding on the horse, as if he hadn't seen him for more than 20 years. He had suffered some kind of injury. He was very thin and emaciated. Like a bladed weapon, with a murderous intent, his eyes became familiar only when he looked at him, with a gentle and unrestrained shadow swaying, vaguely still the boy who would plant a peach tree for him in spring .

He saw that He Lanzhao's eyes were red, and He Lanzhao got off his horse, with a helpless look on his face: "I can only stay here for one night, I'll say goodbye to you."

The author has something to say: I don’t know if Er Zhurong has been to Hebei.

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