Rogue with a knife on the right

In the dream, all the birds were flying in the heavy snow.

With the sound of flapping wings, Huashima woke up with a start, and someone held his hand.

"Flower Island, Flower Island?"

His vision gradually became clear, he saw a pair of dark eyes, and then recognized the outline of the man, moved his lips, and trembled: "Captain."

At this time, he realized how weak his voice was, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes, which also slipped down at the moment.

Han Jingye shed tears for him, his fingertips were as cold as usual, Hua Dao tried his best to pull out his arms from the quilt to hold him tightly, buried his face in the crescent of his neck, and took a deep breath of the warm old breath.The palms groped the back little by little, feeling every familiar ups and downs and depressions, opened their mouths slightly unconsciously, and bit the skin on the side of the man's neck—tears flowed into the mouth, it was bitter.Han Jingye stroked his hair tenderly, his soft breathing was reassuring, he let go of Huadao, raised the pillow, and only said: "Just wake up."

"Captain, I'm hungry." With a bit of a coquettish tone, it was so annoying just after returning from the gate of hell.

"You lie down and wait for me." Han Jingye left, and after a while, he came back with a bowl of sweet potato and millet porridge, packed his clothes and sat down beside Huadao.

Hanashima opened her mouth very consciously.

Han Jingye fed him one spoon at a time, and Huadao acted like a docile kitten, looking straight at the past with amber eyes.Suddenly wanting to get closer, he propped himself up.

"Don't move around, what if the wound opens again."

"It's nothing to worry about, it's okay."

"Don't always overestimate your own ability." Han Jingye blew on the heat of the porridge, and handed over the next spoonful: "You have to learn to control your own life well."

"My life is worthless, if I die for you—"

"Don't say stupid things." The man's expression became serious, and a piece of soft sweet potato blocked his mouth.

"Just kidding, aren't we all...alive." After saying that, there was a trace of sadness and anxiety in my heart.But Huashima is not a person who likes to be sad, so he smiled brightly instead: "Captain, can you open the door? I want to look outside."

Han Jingye opened the door of the paper pavilion, and the bright spring light poured in instantly, blinding people's eyes.

Outside the house, Qingdeng Weitun is already full of spring.

It is the season when the peach blossoms are in full bloom. There is a light pink haze in the courtyard, and the petals are blown by the wind. Occasionally, they fall on the snow-white bed and are picked up by Huadao.

Han Jingye turned his gaze back from the place where the peach blossoms were blooming, and there was a faint smile in the corner of his eyes.

Perhaps because the light was too strong, Huashima's eye sockets hurt, he rubbed it, and said with emotion: "It's spring now..."

He was in a coma for ten days and recuperated for another half a month before he could walk around.Returning to Heze from Yan Kingdom, everything that was familiar before has become much stranger. Huadao loosened her long hair and casually wrapped herself in a thin coat and wandered around. Just like that, it stays brilliant by itself, and then fades away by itself.

Fortunately, old man Situ is still there.When he saw his hunched back hidden in the green rapeseed leaves, Huashima couldn't help but flew over and shouted: "Situ!"

The old man raised his head from the field and wiped the mud off his hands with a towel.

"I don't see you anymore, I suspect that you are going to die! Are you healed?"

"Good morning, I'm fine."

"Do you know that the captain has been taking care of you when you were unconscious."

"Really?" Huashima smiled slightly, "But I haven't seen him recently."

"King Yao summoned him to discuss matters in the capital, alas." Looking at the sky, he let out a long sigh, "Both the Northern Kingdom and the Yan Kingdom have formally declared war on Dahe, and our lives may be difficult after that."

Huashima realized that he had neglected to understand current affairs during the period of recuperation, so he asked, "Has the war started yet?"

"Not yet, but it may start at any time." Situ said, squatting down again to loosen the soil and fertilize the vegetable seedlings.

Some unfamiliar sounds came from outside the courtyard wall, such as the roar of the machine, and an incomprehensible language. He subconsciously looked at the sentry tower and decided to go out to take a look.

There is no sign of a rickshaw at the entrance of Zhengda Yangxing.So he thought of the white dog saying that he was going to get married this spring, and hurried to the chrysanthemum house, but was in vain again.

The entire flower street was empty, and the few remaining lights told the past of nightly singing and dancing.A faded red "Double Happiness" grille remains on the paper window of the Chrysanthemum House, which proves that the wedding that White Dog said is true.However, apart from this, Huadao could not find any traces of the past.

He lingered at the door for a long time, and he had long since lost the courage to lift the curtain and shout "Boss, two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus and three whites".A shoemaker by the side of the road told him that a war was about to start, and the houses on this street were requisitioned by the army, and all the people left.

Huashima nodded blankly, and when he was about to return, a convertible car drove towards him.

There were three men and a woman in the car, the men were all wearing Beiguo military uniforms, they were talking nonsense, and they were laughing unsteadily, the woman was wearing heavy make-up, her buttons were unbuttoned to her chest, she was very coquettish.

The car stopped in front of the Chrysanthemum House.The woman walked down with a cigarette in her mouth, and was shocked when she saw Huadao.

"Oh, are you still alive?" She raised her eyebrows.

Huashima tried her best to recognize her identity from the smoky makeup and red lips, and murmured: "Lan'er?"

"Thank you for remembering me, you haven't changed much."

"Where's the boss? And the white dog?"

"It's gone early."

Smoky.

"I promised Baigou that I would help him make the wedding a breeze..." Huashima's voice weakened.

"Yeah, but you broke your promise." Lan'er bumped away from his shoulder and walked straight into the Chrysanthemum House: "Let me go in, I'll go in and get something."

When she came out, the woman had an extra pipa in her hand.She blows the dust carefully, and sits in the convertible in high heels.The man from the northern country made a fuss, held the pipa horizontally and plucked the strings. She laughed and said, "That's not how you play it!" Then she snatched her things and put them in her arms.

In a flash, the car drove away.

Huashima was disappointed, seeing the empty doorway of the chrysanthemum house, she walked inward in a daze.The tables and chairs were scattered, and the floor was dusty. For some reason, he suddenly bowed down, searched carefully on the ground where the torn newspapers and rotten cotton were folded, and finally picked up a piece of cigarette butt.Sitting against the wall and lighting a cigarette with a match, there is a long-lost peace.

In the past, I have gone, Yang Liu Yiyi.

Today I come to think, rain and snow Fei Fei.

He was drowsy for a long time, until the setting sun cast on his cheeks, at this moment, it seemed that someone was walking towards him.

"Flower Island."

"Ok?"

He rubbed his eyes lazily, only to see a star badge pinned to the collar of his suit.

"Wu——!" Hua Dao raised her head suddenly, but it was not Wu Lingnan's face that caught her eyes.

"Who are you?"

It was a strange man, young, with a few strands of white hair mixed with black hair.He has a good appearance, and what is impressive is his eyes, which are like torches, shining in the sunset.

"My name is Li Youzhi, and I am a student of Teacher Wu. Hello." He stretched out his hand.

Hua Dao didn't shake hands with him immediately, but asked with a little vigilance: "Where is Mr. Wu? Why didn't he come to see me in person?"

"Teacher Wu, he..." The young man paused, and after a long time he said, "Teacher died heroically in the Shanghai Uprising."

"Didn't he go home?" Hua Dao jumped up.

"Teacher is from Shanghai. He has indeed returned home." The firm eyes trembled slightly, and they were lowered.

"..." I was dumbfounded for a moment.

"From now on, I will be your upline, you can call me by my code name, "Dongfeng". "

"No, I don't want to do it anymore."

"Of course you can choose to leave." Li Youzhi said: "The war is about to start, and the information of the Green Lantern Guard is no longer valuable to us, but Teacher Wu entrusted me to ask you before leaving, do you want to formally join the Republican Party?"

"I don't want anything."

"The Dahe Dynasty is vulnerable. From your standpoint, there is absolutely no need to stay in Qingdengwei."

Huashima just shook his head blindly, unable to listen to anything.

"Alright. Republic is a kind of belief. Since you don't have this kind of belief, I won't force you to join." Li Youzhi left a pot of wine for him:

"Take care of yourself."

The Northern Kingdom and the puppet Yan formed a joint army, and the imperial court transferred troops to the north to prepare for the war, leaving the south vacant.The Republican Party took advantage of the situation to launch uprisings many times, and the flames of revolution spread.

The Imperial City, by the Longevity Pool.

Han Jingye stood under a blooming cherry tree.This ancient cherry tree came from the land of Shu. It is said that it is thousands of years old, and it is always in bloom and undefeated. It is extremely gorgeous.

Sakura shouldn't be such a long-lasting thing, he thought.

"You liked coming here very much when you were a child." Behind him, King Yao stepped on the petals and approached, looking up at a tree full of flowers.

"is it?"

"His Royal Highness was there at the time. I still remember that you often danced swords at the bottom of the tree...I really miss that time."

"I can't remember anymore." Han Jingye replied indifferently.

In fact, how could he really forget?It's just that when Yao Wang deliberately mentioned it, he felt conflicted in his heart.He still remembered that it was this man who was wearing a golden armor and wearing a dragon seal on his waist, leading troops to surround the East Palace that day.Crown Prince Kaifeng walked out of the palace barefoot with a torch in hand, and was escorted into a carriage that drove overnight to the city of Blackwater.

Thinking of this, Han Jingye coughed lightly twice.

The water wind blows the flowers in front of my eyes.

"Go back to the house quickly, don't catch a cold, your injury is not healed yet."

"I'm fine." He blocked the other party's concern: "I want to be quiet with this person for a while."

"..."

"Oh, by the way, His Royal Highness Yaowang." When the middle-aged man was about to leave, Han Jingye suddenly said, "Before the war starts, I want to go back to Jinling."

King Yao pondered for a moment: "It's time to go back and see your father. The Hou Clan is making trouble in the south recently, so Lord Hou should also be worried. Speaking of which, you haven't gone back for seven or eight years, right?"

"Yeah. It's time to get some things done." He put his hand on the handle of Quxue's knife on the right.

Seven days later, Han Jingye returned to Heze.

At that time, Huadao was scooping up a spoonful of water from the pool to wash his face, facing the wind, crystal drops of water hung on his eyelashes.

"Oh? Captain is back?" He smiled.

"Pack up your things and come back to Jinling with me tomorrow."

"what?"

So Han Jingye stopped and repeated: "Come back to Jinling with me tomorrow."

Huashima pinched his fingers and calculated: "Isn't Jinling your hometown?"

"Yes."

"Oh! Are you finally taking me back to meet my parents?" Huashima slapped his head, suddenly realizing.

Han Jingye's face darkened, and he really admired him for being in the mood to make jokes at such a time.

"It's a mission," he said.

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I'm so worried that I will be locked if I write it according to my way.///The author doesn't have a picture name and no profit, and he will be bullied by artificial intelligence here, crying