readytorunbook Chapter 5 5
Chapter 5 5
He was leaning against the window with his thin coat on, quietly looking at the swirling and falling yellow leaves outside the window.
The red clay hand stove was hugged in his arms, the warm temperature printed on his skin through the cloth, but it couldn't stop his whole body from trembling slightly, and couldn't get rid of the paleness on his face.
The room is full of bitter medicinal fragrance.He covered his mouth, twitched his thin shoulders and coughed again.
The palm is full of sticky touch.He gently wiped it away calmly.
Outside, the dirt road leading to the outside of the village is covered with withered willow leaves, and there is no one there.
He sighed inaudibly.
"Still...not going back..."
"Where are you……"
The jade on the desk glowed with a cold light.A line of elegant, unrestrained and incomparably beautiful lettering is neatly arranged on it——
"Driving with the four males, the four males are the cockroaches. The gentleman relies on it, and the villain appreciates it. The four mullets have wings, like the clothes of a fish. Isn't it a daily warning? It is a hole and a thorn."
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Dark clouds weighed heavily on the sky.Having just experienced a fierce battle on the battlefield, the smell of blood flooded people's faces and bodies, and they couldn't avoid it, couldn't get around it, and their stomachs churned.
My hometown is in the far south.Parents, friends, wives and children... everything is out of reach.The corpses lying on the ground, they fell helplessly and died in a foreign place.
The misty wailing of the souls of the dead resounded on the chaotic tomb slope.
In the open space in front of the barracks, a group of soldiers gathered together, but there was no sound, they all stood silently with their hands down.The air was so quiet that it was chilling.
Mo Xingtian lowered his head, half-kneeling, biting his lower lip.
The knees are hot and humid.The blood was like a good red velvet blanket, gently spreading on the ground and under Gongsun Chongwu.
Chongwu lay twisted on the ground amidst a bright blood red, his whole body twitched convulsively from time to time, and blood foam gushed out of his mouth along with coughing waves, and flowed into the scattered hair.
Mo Xingtian tightly clenched his cold hands, staring at the hideous and terrifying huge wound on his abdomen—the flesh and blood were shockingly turned outwards, and the body shell was torn open by a sharp weapon, exposing the leaking internal organs.Life is also leaking out a little bit.
People are dying every day.This is what Gongsun Chongwu said to Mo Xingtian himself.The person who died in battle was finally his turn now.
The coach had tears on his face.
The life of his lieutenant general was exchanged for the hasty retreat of Xiang Yun, and it was another victory - with blood.It was he who looked at Chongwu who fell off his horse and was surrounded by soldiers panicked, closed his eyes, and shook his head weakly: "Don't bother to carry it to the camp." As soon as the words came out, his eyes widened in disbelief, hating him to death He passed the sentence he knew he was destined to.
Gongsun Chongwu's eyes wandered lazily.Looking at the tearful master, he paused quietly for a while, then turned to the surrounding soldiers who bowed their heads and stood silently, and finally stopped on the face of Mo Xingtian beside him.The blood-stained and white lips trembled and opened and closed a few times, struggling to squeeze out a few vague syllables, but it turned into a painful coughing immediately.
"Hiss... Goo... Cough!!"
"Chongwu, Chongwu...Senior Brother!!" Tears rushed out of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Mo Xingtian grabbed Gongsun Chongwu's hand and shook it desperately. Throat, he called out, and it seemed that in the next second, Gongsun Chongwu would pat him on the shoulder as usual, laughing and teasing: "Oh Erhei, the sun is coming out from the west today?"
"Hiss, cough! Cough, cough!!" Convulsing violently, Gongsun Chongwu tried his best to turn his head to the side, watching the little mute who covered his mouth with his hands in front of the crowd and wailed silently.The thin young man trembled, stepped forward step by step, and knelt on the ground——
He stretched out his hands and held Gongsun Chongwu's head up. Regardless of the blood staining his skirt, he gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders and quietly embraced him in his thin arms.
Gongsun Chongwu gradually calmed down.He stared intently at the young man's face, as if all the pain had disappeared.With his lips opened, he uttered broken words with difficulty:
"... Shao... Shaoqing..."
"Yeah." The little mute who hugged him gently responded, with tears in his eyes, and smiled slightly at him.
White cloth strips fluttered in the cold wind.The three armies hang filial piety.
Except for the head coach, all the sergeants up and down were covered in a smear of whiteness.On the tip of the gun, on the hilt of the knife, there are strips of white cloth hanging on the dry and twisted treetops.In the distance, flocks of lone geese flew across the sky, screaming loudly.
The commander-in-chief led the crowd, stood on the slope of the chaotic tomb, and slowly lowered the dark coffin—searched every corner of the barracks, and with great difficulty found the wood for a coffin.Several soldiers who had worked as carpenters before guarding the border rushed to work overnight, and each of them used their whole life's craftsmanship - no matter what they said, we must let Mr. Gongsun go away with dignity.
If I'm really unlucky and die, I don't need to bother sending it outside. I think Luanzhongpo can overlook the desert every day, and the scenery is pretty good. It's not bad to live there.Back then, Gongsun Chongwu's half-joking and half-serious words rang in his ears, but Mo Xingtian didn't hear half of it—at any rate, we are also a general, stay there to watch over our brothers, and protect them for a while.
He will forever remain on the ground he fought.Until the end of time.
Perhaps, this is another hometown he built for himself.
Mo Xingtian tied his long hair high behind his head with a white cloth.The point of the gun beside him was plain white, and everyone took turns to step forward, each shoveling, shoveling soil with their own hands to fill up the tomb.
The coach silently watched his disciple go away.He took Chongwu with him for 25 years, and picked him up when he was seven years old, and brought him from a lonely child to a general who charged into battle, until finally, he was put in the coffin, and the white hair was sent away. ...
Mo Xingtian quietly watched the coach's back.Following the coach for these years, he has no way of understanding his master, and the same goes for Chongwu. The two only know that he has no children, and he leads the army alone in battle. Watching the two of them go to any corner of the world, no one can find them, as if they are hiding something.Knowing that he secretly stuffed sweet-scented osmanthus candy into the sleeves of the clothes they took off when the two of them were too tired to practice, knowing that he sneaked into the room at night, rubbed the legs of the younger brothers and teased off the corners of the quilt, and knew that he was in front of others. When praising the two apprentices, he denied in a rough voice that "the little boy is out there every day", but he couldn't hide the deep pride in his eyes, knowing that he treated Qin Song with generosity and love just like his own parents...Look at it, see through Through the slightly blurred vision, I seem to see the little child who held the master's big hand and called himself Erhei with a smile many years ago.
My heart was empty, as if half of my soul had been taken away.
Stretching out his arm, Mo Xingtian gently patted the shoulder of the little mute beside him.Gongsun Chongwu’s □ was hugged tightly in his arms. He was dressed in yellowed white clothes, his lips were tightly pressed, and he tried his best to restrain himself from crying. He held a bloody cloth bag in his hand——Gongsun Chongwu's pale hand was pressed to his heart for a long time before he died, and when he changed into clean clothes and was encoffined, he took out the blood-stained parcel from his bosom.A few petals that had dried up gently floated out from the gap.
"Little mute." With a slightly hoarse voice, Mo Xingtian called out in a low voice, but the young man stretched out his hand to stop him.
Looking up at Mo Xingtian's eyes, after receiving a nod of permission, the young man took his hand and wrote a line of words in his palm.
"Shaoqing." He wrote, "Subordinate...Jiang Shaoqing."