Chasing King

Two people with memory went to the yuan family old house.

In my imagination, it should have been a piece of ruins, but to my brother's surprise, although the mansion looked old and simple, it was not broken. The plaque on the lintel still had the mark of new repair. There was a rusty general lock hanging on the door, but when I looked carefully, it was only empty and not locked.

They both looked at each other and wondered if there were some homeless people living inside?

Yuan Nanyu took off the ice like lock, pushed open the door, the door leaf issued a rough sound, crossed the threshold, in front of a tall ginkgo tree, cold winter, bare branches covered with frost and snow, the wanton extension of the vicissitudes of life and the tree full of silver complement each other, to heaven and earth as a picture scroll, a kind of awe inspiring air seems to jump on it .

It was the big tree that they liked to climb up and down when they were young. The shabby cabin on the tree trunk, once their secret fortress, is now crumbling in the wind and snow.

Looking at everything in the memory, the two brothers could not hide their sadness and could not speak for a long time.

This is their home, but the happiness of the past has been buried in the ice and snow, never see the day again.

Yuan Nanyu said sadly, "second brother, these 20 years are really like a nightmare."

Yan think empty nose a sour: "if it is really a nightmare, good."

Nightmares at least wake up.

They walked slowly through the courtyard to the wing of the inner courtyard.

Yuanmao was a clean and honest official. His mansion was not big, but there were only a few houses. As expected, they were cleaned and repaired. Most of the houses were old but not broken, but no one lived in them.

Did Liang Huiyong send someone to maintain it? But Liang Huiyong never said that, and he has been struggling to survive under Han Zhaoxing for the past 20 years. I'm afraid he dare not make people do such things. If Han Zhaoxing and other despicable people find him, how can he forgive him.

"I don't know who is cleaning." Yuan Nanyu said, "go back and ask General Liang."

"Good." With a worried heart, Yan Sikong pushes open the door of Yuanmao's bedroom.

The room is as cold as an ice cellar, but the furnishings are as old as they are in memory. There is a thin layer of ash on the table. It's like the Master goes out of the door and will come back in a few days.

Yan Sikong withstood the impulse of tears and swept everything in the house one by one. He didn't expect to come back one day, but today's "home" is only a cold house. Without reunion, how can he become a family.

They went to see the bedroom of their childhood. It was much bigger in memory, but now it seems to be so small. Standing in front of the couch where they could roll and play, the memory surged up and made people sad.

They closed the door and came to the ancestral hall.

After the accident, the yuan family moved to Jinan and took all the ancestral tablets away. Now there is only a lonely tablet on the main hall.

A closer look shows that it is Yuanmao's, which I don't know who set it up, but there are all kinds of incense and tributes on the niche.

They both knelt down.

Yuan Nanyu finally could not help but shed tears: "Dad, the child is unfilial, the child has come back."

Yan Sikong said in a sad voice, "Dad, are you looking at us? Can you bless us and Liaodong? "

They bowed their heads and knelt in front of Yuan Mao's throne. They spoke a thousand words, but they didn't know where to start.

"Second brother." Yuan Nanyu said in a dumb voice, "we can move back."

"That's what I mean." Yan Sikong said sadly, "if leaves fall back to their roots, we can still go home. It must be our father who is protecting us in the sky."

Yuan Nanyu looked at Yan Sikong and said, "I always resent that heaven has no eyes, but when I think that you and I can still get together in this life, I feel that this destiny has left a ray of life."

Yan Sikong showed a sad smile: "when I know you are still alive, I think so."

Yuan Nanyu tightly grasped Yan Sikong's hand, which was a man's strength: "second brother, in front of dad's throne, you and I pray together, this life will never be separated, OK?"

Yan Sikong also looks at yuan Nanyu with infinite tenderness: "yu'er, my second brother doesn't want to be separated from you, but things in the world are not as good as people want to..."

"I don't care. It's man-made. Second brother, promise me first." Yuan Nanyu was full of sadness. "Brother has gone crazy. Please forgive him. My sister and mother are still in Jinan. One day, the world will be peaceful. Our family may reunite. Second brother, don't be separated from me any more. As long as I'm still breathing, I won't allow anyone to hurt you. "

Yan Sikong said with a tearful smile: "the second brother promised you, the second brother can promise you anything."

They knelt in front of yuanmaoling for a long time and talked a lot about the past until it was dark.

When they walked out of the ancestral hall and across the courtyard, they saw an old man at the door of the house, wrapped in thick cotton padded clothes, sweeping the snow in front of the door with a broom.

Yan Sikong didn't want people to look at his face, so he put on a hood and covered most of his face with thick fur.

"Old man." Yuan Nanyu gave a cry.

The old man turned around and exclaimed excitedly, "the grass people have seen general yuan." He said, trembling to kneel down."Come on, come on." Yuannanyu is busy.

The old man still knelt down, and Yuan Nanyu helped him up: "old man, why do you..."

The old man grabbed yuan Nanyu's arm, tears in his eyes: "the grass people didn't expect that the people of Guangning could expect another" Yuan general. "

Yuan Nanyu and Yan Sikong looked at each other and said, "do you know my father

The old man wiped his tears: "twenty years ago, fewer and fewer people remember general Yuanmao. Twenty years ago, if it wasn't for general Yuanmao, Guangning would have been gone. The people of Guangning would have been the souls of barbarians. But such a good official, the imperial court punished him..."

Yan Sikong's body trembled and his chest was full of pain.

Yuan Nanyu said in a dumb voice: "it turns out that there are still people who remember my father's achievements and his grievances."

"Fewer and fewer people remember it." The old man choked and said, "the grass people, who are dying, can wait until the imperial court has pacified general Yuanmao, and they will die."

Yuan Nanyu moved to say: "these years, the old man has been for my house repair cleaning?"

"I'm not alone." The old man said, "in the past 20 years, we have never forgotten the kindness of general Yuanmao and guarded the house secretly. Now Guangning is in trouble, and another general Yuanmao has come to save us. We have hope, we have hope!"

Yuan Nanyu firmly said: "don't worry, I will inherit my father's will, keep Guangning and Liaodong."

"Thank you, general yuan." The old man couldn't help crying.

Yansi is sour and astringent, but a little comfort rises. It turns out that some people still remember the hero who once saved Guangning. As long as there is one person in the world who still remembers, it is immortal.

When they returned to the post house, yuan Nanyu put her hand on Yan Sikong's cheek: "second brother is frozen. Go to warm up and go to bed early."

"You too. Tomorrow, General Liang will send someone to clean the old house and move home early." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "with our brothers, we will never let the golden thief touch Guangning."

Yuan Nanyu nodded heavily.

After separation, Yan Sikong went straight to his other courtyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a dark figure on the stone bench.

Through the thin halo of the moon, it turned out to be Fengye.

Yan Si stopped and saw that Feng Ye had turned his face. He didn't enter or retreat.

Feng Ye stood up, and a layer of snow fell on his cloak. His face turned red with cold, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting here: "think of the sky." As soon as I opened my mouth, my voice was shaking.

Yan Sikong frowned and looked at him in silence.

"You're back." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong without blinking. "I want to have a few words with you."

"It's late at night. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow." Yan Sikong goes to her door.

Fengye steps to the door, he wrapped in a cold, the whole person will be like an ice pillar, a closer look, the long eyelashes are thick layer of frost, "tomorrow, you have to say another day, it's better to today."

"The wolf king and I can only talk about business." Yan Sikong said coldly, "it's inconvenient to talk about business here and now."

"You and I are business."

"There's no" between you and me. " Yan Sikong said, "wolf king, please come back."

Fengye couldn't hide his sadness. He gritted his teeth: "where can I go back? You asked me to come to Liaodong, and you wrote me to come to Liaodong to save you. "

Yan Sikong said calmly, "I called you to Liaodong, because only you can save Liaodong."

Feng Ye was a little excited: "kong'er, you still have me in your heart, right? You asked me to save you. You believe I will come. For you, I will come too."

"I'm for Liaodong." Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye with no expression. "For the sake of Liaodong, I can break into pieces, not to mention two words, that is to ask me to do Fu for the wolf king's ancestral temple and set up a biography. What's the difficulty?"

Feng Ye is stiff all over, and Yan Sikong's eyes are colder than Liaodong's winter snow night, which makes him heartbroken.

Yan Sikong opened the door: "please wolf king go back to rest, the country is important, some will hurt the body." Then he stepped into the threshold and closed the door.

Feng Ye holds the door and stares at Yan Sikong.

Yan Si said coldly, "what is the wolf king going to do? You used to say that I used you. Yes, I used you. Do you want revenge? Are you going to put me in prison or force me to "serve the bed"

Feng Ye's lips trembled and he was so sad that he didn't know what to do. In his whole life, he believed that he should be the king and the overlord. He was never afraid of sword light and sword shadow. But Yan Sikong's words, eyes and expression could easily make him full of holes. I'm afraid that's the case from the front, now and in this life.

"In your heart There is me... " Feng Ye said it difficultly, to Yan Sikong, but it was more like to himself. He reached for something in his arms, but his frozen hand couldn't get into his skirt several times. The more anxious he was, the more unsuccessful he was. In the end, he pulled it out of his arms and fell to the ground.Yan Si looked down and saw that it was a red cloth with a big palm and a charred edge.

His face changed.