Qianqian shook her head vigorously and gestured, "Reinforcements will come."

"It won't come!" Xiao Chengmu blurted out as if his patience had reached the limit, "I am just here to delay the progress of the Tartar army! Without reinforcements, no one will come!"

Qianqian's tears couldn't stop flowing, the fact that she had already understood was told by Xiao Chengmu at this time, and her despair was even worse. He dragged Qianqian and continued to walk outside the camp: "Leave here, Qianqian, go to the south and live."

Qianqian hurriedly grabbed Xiao Chengmu's hand and wrote, "I'll play you one more piece, I'll play another one for you!"

Xiao Chengmu was silent for a while, he touched Qianqian's face, and sighed deeply: "You are gentler than anyone, and you are more stubborn than anyone else. If you never met me... It would be great."

Qianqian smiled and wrote in his palm: "The luckiest thing for Qianqian is to meet the general."

In Qianqian's heart, he has always been a mighty and valiant general, with family and country first, loyalty and righteousness first, this is Xiao Chengmu.

Qianqian brought the pipa and quietly played a sad song. It was the song that Qianqian played for the fate of her Piaoping when they first met in Qingliu Pavilion. .

Xiao Chengmu just stared at her, with a faint smile on his lips, for the first time in the camp he forgot the heavy responsibility of his family and country.

Suddenly, there was some noise outside the tent, and there was vaguely a panicked cry from the soldiers: "The Tartar army is coming! The Tartar army is attacking!"

Xiao Chengmu's face sank, he did not expect the enemy to surprise today. His hands tightened fiercely, and then he got up and threw aside the pipa with the head engraved with the word "laugh" that Qianqian brought. He pulled Qianqian to the bedside, opened the bed, and there was a floor below. Qianqian's eyes were full of panic, and she grabbed Xiao Chengmu's shirt and refused to let go.

Xiao Chengmu's heart was ruthless, she clicked her words, and put her in the ground.

"Don't be afraid, it's good to wake up after a good night's sleep." He looked at Qianqian's red eyes, he touched her head lightly, and smiled, "I am a general of a country, and it is mine to defend my home and defend my country and die in battle. Responsibilities, but you can't. Qianqian, you still have a long life to go, the world is prosperous, you still have so many things you haven't seen, you can't die here."

Qianqian tears fell like rain.

Xiao Chengmu sighed: "In this life, Xiao Chengmu is worthy of his parents, worthy of the monarchy, and the only one who is sorry is you... Qianqian, live well."

This was the last sentence Xiao Chengmu left her. He hid her well, put on his armor, picked up his spear, and strode out of the barracks. Outside the tent, it was already a tragic Asura field.

He rode his horse forward, raised his spear and shouted: "Zhenyuan general Xiao Chengmu is here! The Tartar bandits are here to die!"

The fighting outside didn't know how long it lasted. When the world was completely quiet, Qianqian pushed away the wooden board above her head with a cold hand.

Bright blood was splattered all around the camp, the killing had stopped, and the cold smell of weapons drifted in the air. Qianqian opened the tent's curtain and walked out. There was a verdant corpse all over the place, and the corpses of sergeants were all over the place. No sound was heard everywhere.

Qianqian staggered forward step by step, her mind was blank, she walked to the gate of the barracks, a mountain of corpses was piled under the high gate of the camp, and all the Tartar soldiers lay below. On top of this corpse mountain, General Xuanjia stood tenaciously holding a silver spear.

His straight spine is like a mountain that can never be destroyed, carrying the dignity and hope of a country.

Qianqian's legs softened and she fell to the ground.

sunset light on his

On his body, in the backlight, Qianqian seemed to have seen the general who drove away the bandits from his hometown many years ago. He will always be the hero in Qianqian's heart, no matter whether he wins or loses, whether it is life or death...

"General... General." She called out these two words jerky, and she hadn't spoken for many years, making her voice hoarse and inaccurate.

When she was young, she lost her family in the war and stopped speaking. Now, on the battlefield, she can finally speak again.

"General, Qianqian will accompany you." Her hand touched a knife left by the soldier, and the blood on it was still intact. Qianqian trembled and held the handle of the knife tightly with her fingertips. She closed her eyes tightly, cut it with a knife, and a strand of blue silk fell. She tied her hair in a knot, put it on the ground, and quietly turned to leave.

She is going to the south, and then she is the bravest to live.

end

Fifty years later, the old woman who played the pipa on the street was dying. She was lying on the couch with wrinkles all over her face, her breath was barely audible.

She had no children, but she was guarding a woman in white. The woman whispered: "My name is White Ghost, and I'm here to take away the ghost in your heart."

The old man smiled with difficulty: "Girl, you are looking for the wrong person. In my life, although I have suffered, I have no complaints or regrets."

The white ghost said coldly: "You only miss one person in your life, and your obsession is too heavy, which is not good for your reincarnation."

The old man's breathing was very weak: "It's just... it's just normal. It's my greatest blessing in my life to be able to find someone who is worthy of my life..." She closed her eyes gently, and her chest was sturdy. Ups and downs again.

The old man held a very ugly sachet tightly in his hand, and there were still a few faint scents of sweet-scented osmanthus inside.

The white ghost took out the pen in her sleeve, but the tip of the pen stayed above the sachet for a long time, and finally she put it away. Gently turned around and left: "By the bridge, he may still be waiting for you."

The author has something to say: this story, scumbag, bloody, nüè== Jiu Ye doesn't explain anything, just spit it out~

☆, ghost cat (on)

【1】

Lu Zhaochai caught a cold today, and was dizzy, dizzy, weak, hands and feet trembling. When serving the main dish, he sneezed and his hands shook. The fried silver cod fell to the ground. He subconsciously reached out and picked it up. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the index finger.

He blinked and looked at his finger with blood beads, the two deep tooth marks on it were a bit terrifying, and in a blink of an eye, a huáng-colored cat was standing there under the stove, towering high. His back was blown up, and he stared at him fiercely with golden pupils. And at its feet was the silver cod he had just dropped.

One person and one cat faced off for a while, and Lu Zhaochai said calmly, "Okay, I don't want this cod, but you can't eat it here."

Before he could finish his sentence, a handyman assistant suddenly shouted: "Oh my God! How can there be a wild cat here! I don't want to beat you out." As he said that, he picked up his broom and walked over to this side, a colorful cat. Mouth threatening low growl.

Lu Zhaochai coughed twice and stopped his assistant: "I'll just throw it out." He lifted the cat's neck, and the colorful cat immediately went crazy. There were many wounds in the hand.

Lu Zhaochai wasn't angry either, he mentioned it and threw it outside the back door of the kitchen and closed the door.

It was a winter night at the right time, snowflakes fluttered in the sky, and the cold air made the cat shiver.

"Meow meow……"

The cat's meow ranged from extreme anger to sadness. The big iron gate was like a cold-faced doorman, separating it from the food, and the cold and hunger might kill it tonight.

It drooped its head, curled its body, leaned against the wall, and retained its last strength.

Suddenly, a faint light lit up beside it. It was the back door of the kitchen that opened a fèng, and the cod was pushed out in a basin. The cat was hungry and confused, and only saw the silhouette of a man dangling in the dim light.

"Eat slowly." He said and rubbed the cat's head. Some of the marks on his hands scratched by the cat had not stopped the bleeding.

Hua Mao stared at him for a while, and then rubbed his palm with all his strength, and the cry of "meow" almost trembled. It buried its head and nibbled at the cod.

Lu Zhaochai watched it for a while, then stood up, his brain was instantly deprived of oxygen, his eyes were dark, he held his head to wash his hands, and then resumed cooking.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening after get off work. Lu Zhaochai was exhausted from the driver's seat. The car was dizzy and he turned left at the intersection ahead. Suddenly, his brain seemed to have lost his balance, and he slammed the steering wheel to the right. .

br>"Boom!" The roadside tree on the side of the road was almost broken by the waist, and the airbag was deployed. Lu Zhaochai's world became very chaotic in an instant, with loud noises, dazzling street lights, the smell of gasoline, and the pain like tearing his leg bones, but gradually, all the senses were getting further and further away from him, only a weak sound. The cat's meow seemed to be in the ear, and it kept echoing.

He felt that something was pulling his shirt and dragging him out of the broken window. In a blink of an eye, it was the golden-eyed tabby cat.

Seeing him looking at him, the cat called: "You hold on, I haven't repaid my favor, you can't die!"

The cat...talked?

Lu Zhaochai felt that he was either fooled or mad. He closed his eyes and fainted completely.

Chapter two

When I woke up again, it was in a hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant. There was a nurse on his head who was changing the bottle for him. Seeing him open his eyes, the nurse said, "You are awake."

"I..." His voice was hoarse, "What's wrong?"

"The car accident, it's been two days in the hospital, don't you remember? When the ambulance arrived, it said you were lying outside the car, the car was on fire, and your legs were smashed and fractured. You were still so strong at the time. Climbed out of the car. It wasn't easy."

Is that right... It turned out that he was so strong.

But why is it that as long as he recalls the scene of the car accident at that time, his head is full of cat meowing.

After the nurse left, Lu Zhaochai quietly closed his eyes and rested his mind. He thought that his owner and chef had disappeared for two days, and the restaurant must be in a panic. Now he must get in touch with the managers and supervisors as soon as possible, but he can't bear it. Live their number, the phone is not there...

"Are you awake?" Suddenly a slightly childish voice sounded in his ear, he opened his eyes, and saw a girl dressed as a nurse standing beside him. The hat was hanging crookedly, and a pair of golden eyes stared at him, "Is your health okay? Is there any discomfort? I'm here to serve you. Whatever service you want, I'll do it. I can provide it for you!"

Lu Zhaochai was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "Jīng Shenke goes out and turns right."

The girl stared at him for a while, then clapped her hands and said, "Ah! You are disgusting me with these words!"

As a result, Lu Zhaochai's expression really became disgusting: "You can't rush into the ward, children should stay where they should be."

"But." The girl pouted aggrievedly, "I really came to serve you. I haven't done anything yet, so why do you despise me..."

did it... well? Lu Zhaochai ignored her,

Close your eyes and calm down. After a while, he felt a cool breeze on the back of his acupuncture hand, and he asked without opening his eyes, "Are you serious?"

"Help you chuīchuī, so it won't hurt."

"No. I'd be more comfortable if you were quiet for a while."

The girl calmed down honestly, and after a while she started stuffing things into his quilt again. Lu Zhaochai frowned more and more tightly. After feeling the wetness, he finally opened his eyes impatiently: "What are you talking about? !" Lu Zhaochai sighed looking at the innocent and wronged look on the girl's face, feeling that he was a little too vicious, after all, the other party was just a sick little girl.