Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 332 Some things are painful to remember

Hearing the sound of heavy footsteps going away on the other side through the door, Fei Qian couldn't help frowning.

What kind of thing is this?

Don't even say a few words during the interview, just slam the door with a bang and leave?

Did I say something wrong?

Fei Qian first suppressed his slight dissatisfaction, then went over his words and deeds again, and found that there was no disrespect, which made Fei Qian feel even more confused.

Huang Xianliang was just on the road when he accepted Fei Qian's promise to let him copy the Chunqiu Zuo family. Seeing that Fei Qian and his group were thrown out of the gate of the courtyard, he couldn't help being angry, and drank: "My lord came here admiringly, but was left out in the cold. Is this how the Ma family treats guests?"

There was a muffled hum from behind the courtyard door, and then fell into silence.

Fei Qian thought for a while, then raised his voice and said: "This visit is very presumptuous. If there is any interruption, I hope you will forgive me." gone.

Etiquette in the Han Dynasty was very important, and pheasants were the first meeting gift for the gentry.People in the Han Dynasty believed that once the pheasant was surrounded by people and could not escape, it would neither fear the intimidation of people nor eat the bait, but would commit suicide quickly, so it was difficult for people to catch live wild pheasants. The pheasant is used as a meeting gift, not because of the delicious taste of the wild pheasant, but to express that each other is a person who "observes chastity and righteousness".

As Fei Qian and the others left, the courtyard fell into silence, as if the entire area had died, motionless.

Only bursts of breeze gently blow the feathers of the wild pheasant hanging upside down.

Maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was only a short while later, the gate of the courtyard was slowly opened, and the middle-aged man's face was heavy, as if the gate weighed a thousand catties generally.

The middle-aged man saw that the courtyard was empty, and his expression was very complicated, as if he had finally thrown away the stone that was pressing in his heart, or as if he suddenly discovered that the stone that he threw out was actually a precious jade ...

As soon as the middle-aged man stepped out of the courtyard, he noticed something on the side. He turned his head suddenly, and even the bones in his neck clicked, and then his whole body seemed to be immobilized As usual, he was stunned.

After a long time, the middle-aged man recovered from the state of an ice sculpture. He slowly stretched out his hand with some hesitation, and just touched the feathers of the wild pheasant, as if scalded by a flaming iron, he retracted instantly. His eyes were a little distracted, and his expression was a little dazed...

A woman walked out of the yard, walked quietly to the man's side, and gently held the man's trembling hand.

After a long time, the man let out a long sigh, lowered his head, looked at the woman beside him, and said in a low voice, "Yunniang, throw this away..."

"Dalang..."

The middle-aged man froze as he walked into the house, "...Throw it away!"

Seeing the man who seemed to be running away, Yunniang also sighed, walked out of the yard, untied the wild pheasant, held it in her hand, looked back at the house, then looked down at the wild pheasant...

The curtain of the door was lifted, and the man glanced quickly, only to find that Yunniang who came in had empty hands, and he was relieved.

Yunniang glanced at the man, said nothing, and silently went to work in the back kitchen.

Inside the house, neither of them spoke, as if they had lost the ability to speak.

Yun Niang made the late preserved meat and brought it up.

The late preserved radish is very simple, two bowls of miscellaneous porridge and a small dish of salted radish.

Eat in silence.

Finish eating silently.

Wash silently.

Rest silently.

The night in the suburbs was very quiet, except for one weaver insect lying in the gap, singing tirelessly.

After an unknown amount of time, Yunniang suddenly said softly, "Da Lang...hasn't slept yet?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but hummed lightly.

"Actually, I know you haven't forgotten... and you can't forget..."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, remained silent, and stared straight at the eyeballs, shining an unspeakable light in the night.

"...For the past five or six years, you have been up at dawn every morning, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, even when the farming is busy, you have never stopped... Sigh, I know, you will never forget..."

The middle-aged man finally opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "How could I forget? I want to forget, but..."

Yeah, how could you forget?
That year, the people in Shangjun dragged their children to the elderly and lost their homes. They fled south in panic all day long like wild dogs bereaved...

In that month, in front of the Qiang Hu Xiongnu who came rushing like locusts, the defense line of Shangjun was riddled with holes, and there were wolves everywhere...

On that day, the last county seat in Shangjun was breached, so he had no choice but to protect Shangjun and take the remnant soldiers, fight a bloody way out of the siege, and flee desperately...

That night, Qiang Hu chased after him, his comrades, those brothers, couldn't run, couldn't escape, so one by one, teams automatically turned around to intercept the pursuers, just to give others people strive for every minute and every second...

How could it be possible to forget, the fire that burned at the top of the city, the homeland that was brutally looted by barbarians!
How could it be possible to forget, the blood that flowed in Shangjun, the heads that piled up like a mountain and could not rest in peace until death!

How could he forget that there was also the person who died in his arms, his child, who had just turned sixteen, the only incense of the Ma family!
The middle-aged man got up from the bed and looked up at the sky. The lonely moon in the sky was desolate and cold.

He once hoped that one day, a messenger from the imperial court galloped to the door, shouted loudly, ordering him to return to the team, and then he and those fellows from that day galloped back to Shangjun!
Ten days have passed, January has passed, and a year has passed, but in the end, no one came...

For so many years, he thought he had forgotten, he had forgotten how to form troops in the field, he had forgotten the sword, gun and stick in the sickle and hoe, and he had forgotten the past in the expectation day after day and year after year. The glory of the soldiers and horses has dimmed the hope in my heart...

Just when he thought he would die here in this lifetime, Fei Qian suddenly appeared!

When he ran out, he wished he was the old sheriff back then, and what he saw was a group of familiar old faces...

However, he didn't know any of them.

And the sheriff is still so young.

He hesitated...

Yunniang got up silently, dragged out a big box from the corner of the room, opened the box with the moonlight slanting into the room, and pulled out two pieces of armor from the box with a clatter!

The iron plates on the Zha Jia knocked against each other, under the cold moonlight, exuding a murderous aura, on the armor pieces, there were many traces of cutting and piercing faintly.

Yun Niang covered the box, put one of them on the lid of the box, but put the other on her body, stretched her hand to the side of the Zhajia and tied the tie, and instantly changed from a peasant woman to a warrior woman , and then carrying the other Zhajia, he proudly stood in front of the middle-aged man!

"Ma Yan Ma Chengyuan!

"The glory of the Ma family was taken on the battlefield, not dug out from the fields!
"For so many years, isn't this the day you've been looking forward to?

"If you can't forget it, don't forget it!

"Go back! Go back together!
"Use the knives and guns in our hands to tell the barbarians in Shangjun that the former General Du Liao, our Ma family, is back!
"Whether it's arrows, rain, guns, or mountains of swords and seas of fire, I... I will always be with you..."

Ma Yan took the Zhajia and stroked the scars of knives, slashes and arrows on it. Before he knew it, his face was covered with tears. He opened his mouth wide, but he didn't make a sound. Tears mixed with snot flowed all over the face, covered the beard, and finally dripped on the ground, splashing dust at the beginning...

　To the soldiers who have guarded the frontier since ancient times...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)