My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

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When the villagers heard that there was a guest, they left the stove in the field, the courtyard house, and came to meet us on the road.

Most of them recognized Zhao Xuanlang, they called him "Brother Zhao" and "Dalang Zhao", and they were very enthusiastic.Some young and strong men heard that "Brother Zhao came back to visit the village", and hurried out of the paddy fields, with their feet unwashed and shoes unwashed, and their bare legs scattered mud spots all over the road.

These people didn't just greet Zhao Xuanlang, as soon as someone rushed up, they saw "Cao Yu" first, and immediately noticed this big man with cold eyes and long hands and long legs, probably out of the instinct of living things to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, immediately He shrank back.

They asked him: Which are you?Why did you come here?

"Cao Yu" put his arm around Zhao Xuanlang's shoulders, leaned on him, and said with a slight smile: I am the dead brother he knew on the other side of the mountain!

I said in my heart, that’s right, it is indeed a brother who died, life is at stake, and you almost killed him.

Turning his head to look at Zhang Wensheng, he didn't show any expression, but the corner of his mouth was slightly curled up, still twitching a little.

Zhao Xuanlang didn't take it seriously, he didn't deny it, the rest of the people immediately stopped paying attention to Cao Yu, and turned around to surround me again.The first one poked the tip of my nose with a dirty hand that had just pruned the seedlings: Brother Zhao, who is he?

"Cao Yu" hurriedly pushed him away, grabbed my arm and dragged me to him, between him and Zhao Xuanlang.

This is my brother.He said that it was a rare solemnity when he said this.

Zhang Wensheng was ordered, but he didn't take it seriously. The visitor took a look at him, and roughly met his sharp bloodshot red eyes. He was forced to retreat by him. In the end, he slipped back without asking any questions. gone.

Everyone was besieged on the ridge of the field to exchange greetings. Someone brought clean water from an earthen basin and taught us to wash our hands and faces.This Zhao Dalang treated it calmly, as if it was a matter of course, and even ordered the villagers to find some clothes for the four of us to change.

In the midst of the bustle, several young men and women shouted: Jing Niang is here!Jing Niang is here!

It was originally a bustling bustle, but suddenly stopped, the valley and the fields suddenly fell silent, even the breeze disturbed the chirping of insects, one could clearly distinguish it.

At this time, before I could see Zhao Jingniang's face, I already knew that she must be extremely beautiful.

The villagers parted on both sides of the ridge. "Cao Yu" took a step forward, almost blocking my sight.I peeked under his flanks, and the first thing I saw was a pair of small, exquisite red shoes that were as bright as rouge.

A few traces of orchid grass are embroidered on the toe, and when I kick the hem of the plain skirt, it flickers.

I looked up and saw the silver bracelet on the tender white wrist flashing, shaking me dizzy in the setting sun.I haven't met her face to face, and I can't help but imagine how good she is.Here is what I know best, she is the protagonist in an eternal masterpiece!

I heard "Jing Niang"'s charming voice, trembling, in the spring breeze that is said to be constant all year round, blowing melancholy.Her name was Zhao Xuanlang, and she called softly: Brother Zhao...

Her voice was clearly resentful and angry, and everyone could hear her saying: Since you went out, why did you come back again?

I finally got out from behind "Cao Yu", and I saw her, the beauty in the legend, with a rosy, round and lively face, a pair of sparkling eyes, stirring up the east wind, very affectionate.If I had first seen her in a picture, it might have been no more than that.But the first time I saw her was in this valley, the spring was bright and beautiful, and as soon as her eyes opened and closed, her melancholy came into my breath and penetrated into my heart.

She was so vivid, I was still dreaming.

I tugged at "Cao Yu" and said: Jing Niang is so beautiful!

"Cao Yu" stood upright, he didn't speak.He can't talk about it, because Jing Niang is so beautiful...

I went to pull Zhang Wensheng's clothes again. I pulled too hard. His clothes were rotted after suffering, and I tore a hole open.Even the sound of tearing silk could not wake everyone up, and even Zhang Wensheng did not speak.Maybe he is also because Jing Niang is too beautiful.

I pulled my gaze away from Zhao Jingniang's face, and forcibly turned to Zhang Wensheng's face.When I saw him, he fixed his eyes on Zhao Jingniang, his dry and red eyes were filled with tears at this moment.

I dare not pull him again, I am afraid that if I pull hard, his tears will fall.

People surrounded Jingniang, Zhao Xuanlang and "Cao Yu" and went to the village. They could be heard from a distance talking about killing sheep and roasting them at night, and preparing more wine to entertain my sister's benefactor.

Zhang Wensheng didn't move, even when someone called him, he didn't move, he still stood where he was.I smoothed things over for him, saying that Brother Sheng was tired from walking, and when I helped him, I would accompany him and fall behind.

The warm and warm wind also blows quickly, and the peach blossoms and pear blossoms are pulled off the branches and float down to rest on the shoulders of the man who has turned into a clay sculpture and wood carving.I went to pat him, but he suddenly held down his hand.

Let them stop and go.He said so suddenly.

I don't know what's wrong with him, I have nothing to say, and said: You are Dad's adjutant, do you remember?

Zhang Wensheng said: "Why, Young Marshal Cao thinks he can give orders now and play awe-inspiring to me?"

I said: That's not the case. Before I came, the last time I drank in my life was with you.At that time, you were still an adjutant, and you were still in front of the battalion director. I rewarded the army for my father and invited you to drink.

Zhang Wensheng raised his dirty hands and rubbed his eyes. I saw that he secretly wiped away the tears.He gave me a sneer that was not very professional:

so what?Maybe the whole story is made up by you, you are not a young commander, and I am not an adjutant, those are just the lives you want to live.This is nothing, in fact, many people who are addicted to time travel are like this, addicted to a certain identity of a certain era...

I took out the gold pocket watch with bullets embedded in it from the pocket that was about to be torn, and my fingers were slightly loose, and I still let it slide down the chain, swinging from side to side, like a pendulum.It's still golden, and I'm still dazed.

When you were an adjutant, you took a bullet for me.Without this watch, you will be gone.I said.

Zhang Wensheng reached out and touched the watch and the bullet embedded in it.

I'm not that stupid, it must not be me.he murmured.

He put away the gold watch, together with the watch chain, and forced it back into my palm.

That must not be me, Cao Shiyue, it must be your memory.He said.