General indecent please come near

"The general doesn't care about the concubine's death. What he loves most is the heir who died before he was born!" The man said in a low voice, mysteriously: "I heard that it is a baby boy who has already formed."

"Alas... Recently, the hearts of the generals have been unstable, and even the general has been disturbed." There were sighs.

"Stop gossiping like a mother-in-law! Get to work quickly. Get up early tomorrow to make food, so that you can go to the outer city to send off poor souls." Someone mentioned the cremation of the soldiers who died in the massacre the next day.

The men fell silent.

Amidst the monotonous and piercing sound of washing, there was another sigh: "Hu Ba in our camp, Suo Erhu's family had an accident, and several people, big and small, died."

Someone remembered something, raised his head and shouted towards the stone-like figure beside the stove: "Maen! Weren't you in the outer city that day? Did you see those thugs? I heard that those people are evil spirits from hell." , without a face, with a black cloth wrapped around his head, it scares me to death! Mayne, have you seen it?"

The figure by the stove was like a stone pillar, turning a deaf ear to their questions.

The boys looked at each other in surprise, wondering if the young stable boy who was suddenly favored by the general and then suddenly demoted back to Sima Ying was frightened stupid by the slaughtered villains. .

The kitchen was filled with the pungent smell of gruel sticky bottom, "Maen, the porridge is mushy!" Someone suddenly exclaimed.

Mei Liangchen subconsciously stretched out her hand to carry the bowl, "slapped it" she forgot that she was holding something dangerously hot, not to mention her finger was lifted up and blistered, Battelle's hot porridge was also thrown backwards in the stove, and it swelled up. Bursts of pungent and unpleasant white smoke. .

"My God, Mayne, you're burned!"

Some people went to get cold water, and some people went to get scald medicine, but she broke free from the kind soldiers and rushed out of the yurt like a mad mare. .

"Main...where are you going..." Someone chased him out worriedly.

As if she had never heard of it, she ran forward.

Siqin. . . .Siqin. . . .

Innocent neighbors who suffered. . . .

It was as if her heart was blocked by a boulder, and she couldn't breathe.Anger, sadness, heartache, endless remorse and hatred, all kinds of complex emotions were tangled in her heart, she could only run, using endless running to dispel the monstrous resentment in her body. .

run. .

run. .

She couldn't feel anything except the whistling wind in her ears. The grassland in front of her was as dark as an infernal avenue leading to hell. She ran tirelessly, and the painful cry of "ahah" was thrown far into the grassland. . .

There seemed to be loving smiling faces of her parents in front of her eyes, "Good day, come on! We will always be with you!"

Dad, Mom.

She seemed to have returned to the night when she lost them, and she ran wildly to vent like this, without stopping.She ran, ran. .When the consciousness was chaotic, I saw the smiling faces of my parents reflected in the sky. They also encouraged their daughter who had lost confidence to live strong.She admired the girl who refused to bow to her fate, she was brave enough to walk through every street in the darkness alone with a smile, like an antelope licking its wounds alone, throwing away all the heartache in the wind while running. . . .

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She was never that brave again!She's a coward!She wants to go home, to go back to her hometown where there is no blood, no violence, no brutality, no killing. .

"Meenjiya...you give me back my body...Meenjiya...I hate you...hate you..." When the lights of the outer city in the distance looked like When her eyes lit up like stars, she screamed in pain, threw herself on the cold pasture, and cried bitterly. . .

Battelle came to the door tremblingly, looked at the endless black grassland, and sighed deeply. . .

According to the customs of Min Liao, one should not cry too much after the death of a loved one, otherwise, the tears will become a big river and take away the blessings of the living. .

Outer city at night.

All the tents of every household were lit with ever-burning lamps, and the quiet outer city was shrouded in a sad atmosphere in the sky-high lights.

With a mournful face, Baiyin dressed the body of his wife Siqin in the burial robe tremblingly. On the collarless double-breasted waistcoat, Arahant played with the straight rows of flashing buttons.He raised his childish face, "Ah, mother..." and patted his mother who could not sleep. .

Bai Yin, who was heartbroken by this scene, was caught off guard by tears falling on Si Qin's peaceful face.With tears streaming down his face, he couldn't help shouting sadly: "Siqin...you don't look at me anymore, look at Alahan? You don't count...you promised to grow old together, but you left me... Siqin... Siqin..."

The only response to him was his wife's eyes that were always closed tightly. . .

He picked up his son, buried his face in his jacket, and wept bitterly. .

"Ah... ah..." Allahhan raised his little hand excitedly and patted his shoulder.

Mei Liangchen's black hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her lips were bitten bleeding, but she just didn't cry. .Facing Baiyin's surprised gaze, she slowly walked towards Siqin.

She knelt down and spread Siqin's arms around her thin and trembling shoulders.

"Siqin, hug me again, okay?"

Siqin's embrace was still so warm, she used her unique tenderness to bring her wounded heart to the broad grassland, telling her not to be sad, the winter blizzard will always pass. .In the felt tent full of warmth, she hugged herself and said, Mayne, take this as your home. If you have been wronged, come and sit at home when you miss your hometown. I will prepare the best mutton and warmth. The leather jacket is waiting for you. .

Now, she misses her, misses home, and misses the lovely Arahant, but. . . .There will never be Siqin's gentle smiling face to greet her again, will she?