Chapter 78: Ghost Festival

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For four or five days, He Yan did not go to the martial arts field to practice.
She didn't actually take the injury in her leg to heart, but the medical doctor Shen Muxue from Liangzhouwei sent her medicine every day, and still told her not to move violently. Hong Shan was also coaxing on the side: "Just listen to the doctors and women, if you break the toss again, you won't get the first place when you are fighting for the flag, you can't enter the forward camp, don't cry at that time."
He Yan thought about it, and gave up, not in a hurry for two days a day.
But these days, as long as the performance of the martial arts field, her house is basically full, and the people who come to see her are endless. People often come to visit the hospital. Today Jiang Jiao sent some sour, astringent plums to come. Tomorrow Huang Xiong brought a bunch of roasted quats to come. The most speechless thing was Wang Ba, who couldn't hold his face. When he came, he asked the recruit who was in the same room to send half of the gnawed buns. At first glance, it was the loot looted from other people. He really regarded the barracks as his own hilltop.
Jiao Liang came twice, and both times saw He Yan surrounded by the spring breeze, looking at the food she was pushing on the table, and threw a sour sentence: "Yo, did you live well in your childhood" He left again, and He Yan was helpless.
It was so noisy and noisy. When He Yan’s elbows were crusted and his legs could jump on the ground, seven or eight days had passed. Too.
On this day, when the sun was not setting, Hongshan they returned. He Yan was surprised and asked, "How can you break up before the next stage of the martial arts?"
"Today is July 14th, the Chinese New Year," Wheat replied first. "The head teacher told us to go to the martial arts court earlier and eat water to worship the ancestors by putting a water lantern on the river.
"This Liangzhou Guardian is not bad, but actually gave time for people to worship their ancestors and relatives." Hongshan sighed.
He Yan smiled and said that this is the tradition in the barracks. When she was in the Fuyue Army, she also taught people to set up dojos on the Mid-Autumn Festival every year on the Yuanyuan Festival, dedicated to honoring the sergeants who died in the war. Nowadays, Weibei Mountain in Liangzhou is close to the river, and it is very convenient to put water lamps.
"My eldest brother and I are going to put water lamps for our father and mother," wheat said of his dead father and mother, but he was not sad, only a little sadness, probably father and mother left too early, the memory is already very weak, he asked Hongshan: " Is Brother Shan going to worship?"
"Go, my mother left early, I'll go and give my mother one."
Several people looked at He Yan unanimously: "Will Brother Ahe go?"
Here, He Yan's identity is probably the most mysterious. She doesn't like to talk to wheat about their family affairs. Hongshan also only knows that He Yan came to the army with nowhere to go, but she was flying on the Yanwu field before. Confident, he felt that He Yan was not a child from ordinary people.
"Me? I'm going too." He Yan lowered his eyes, his voice low, "I also have someone to worship."
Wheat, they noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and they dared not ask, but when they were about to digress, they talked about something lighter.
After dinner, when the sun was completely set and the moonlight came out from the dark clouds, almost all the recruits of Liangzhou Wei came out.
The water lamp is to be folded by yourself, and the paper is piled in several large baskets in the Yanwuchang. He Yan also went to get one. She was not very good at doing these handicrafts. She still saw wheat. She folded it into the shape of a lotus lamp for her three to five times, and dripped the short white candle in the center of the lotus lamp. He Yan: "It's done!"
"Thank you." He Yan praised, "You have a clever hand."
Wheat smiled embarrassedly: "In the previous Mid-Autumn Festival, I folded a lot of lanterns with my elder brother to sell them, and I got used to it. If the paper is bigger, I can fold a more beautiful and bigger one!"
Stone knocked his head off, disagreeing: "This is not the time for you to show off."
Wheat spit out his tongue and ran to the Wulu River with the water lamp in his hand: "I'll go to put the lamp first, brother Ahe, hurry up!"
After the beginning of autumn, the weather in Liangzhou became cooler at night. There was a rain in the morning and the coolness did not dissipate. The dense forest on the mountain produced a cool frost dew, the moon stars were sparse, and the river water was white.
The riverside was already full of people who came to worship their ancestors, and the candlelight was shaking, like ten thousand silver flowers shining across the river, reflecting the beating flames. The flaming red lotus floats to the distant place with the thoughts of the worshipers, and it becomes a bright light spot where the water meets the sky, and gradually disappears.
"It's all right here, Brother Ahe..." Wheat turned around, stunned, "What about Brother Ahe?"
Hong Shan looked at each other with stone, "I don't know, I was just here."
In the innermost part of the river, He Yan was sitting on the stone. This is not the most open place, so few people put the lights here. He Yan silently looked at the lotus lantern in his hand, and his heart was sour and unspeakable.
Suddenly, I remembered the moment before He Wanru drowned her in the water and said to her: "You are pregnant."
At that moment, she was actually more delighted than dazed.
It was just that the joy didn't last until a moment, and she sank in the pond of Xu's family with her and her unborn child.
He Yan always felt that she had never been sorry for her life, to the He family, to He Rufei, to Xu Zhiheng, she could do everything she could, but the only guilt was nothing but the flesh in her belly. She gave him life, but before taking him to the world, she killed the possibility for her own reasons. Perhaps it was when she was a military commander that too many people died under her, resulting in countless killings. God would punish her in this way. You should punish yourself, why should you punish innocent children? She didn't even know if it was a little girl or a boy who was born in her belly, and she died.
He Yan took out the fire fan, and the spark of the fire fan splashed a little on the candle, and instantly lit the candle. The water lamp slowly opened in her hand, and the fire reflected in her eyes, forming a small flame. It seemed that there were tears to fall, and it was quickly blurred.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, sadly: "You and I have no destiny in this life. If you have an afterlife, you will be reborn in a good family. You will have no joy in your life, and you should never meet me again."
"Me too..." She put the water lamp in the river water, "will avenge you."
The river was gurgling, gently wrapped around the little water lamp, and He Yan stared at it, and it fluttered until it was converged with countless light spots, and no longer could tell who was who, before taking back his gaze, rubbing Rubbed his eyes.
"Brother He, I didn't expect you to be here!" An excited voice sounded behind her, "What a coincidence, you come to put the water lamp too!"
He Yan turned around and saw a red-white toothed teenager holding a lamp in his arms, and walked happily towards her, it was Cheng Lisu.
His clothes were neat and fresh, and when he walked over to He Yan, he carefully lifted the corner of his robe, fearing that he would be splashed by the river water, and distributed a large water lamp in his arms to He Yan.
He Yan asked: "...this is the water lamp you want to put?"
"Yes!"
"Why so many?" He Yan was speechless.
"I didn't have so much to put, and I don't know our ancestors of the Cheng family. But I don't think my uncle will come today, so let me put it in his place. This is my uncle's grandmother. This is my uncle. Grandpa's, this is me..."
When he counted them one by one, he didn't see a bit of sadness. The cheerful people mistakenly thought that he put the Lantern Lantern instead of the Zhongyuan Water Lantern.
"Wait," He Yan interrupted him. "Why are you letting your uncle out? Can't he come by himself?"
"So many people, he wouldn't come." Cheng Lisu sighed, a broken heart, shook his head: "I'll come, I'll come, who asked him to be my uncle."
He Yan looked a little funny, just before the pain caused by the past was diluted. Although Cheng Lisu's child seems to have two less muscles than ordinary people, he is still very serious about the water lamp. He lit the water lamps in his hands one by one. He solemnly placed them in the river water. He also prayed intensely not to be blown out by the wind or to be overturned by the waves. Fortunately, they all went smoothly. The ground drifted into the distance.
Cheng Lisu let out the last lamp and sighed with relief. He took out a rough cloth from his arms and put it on the stone. Then he sat up.
"Liangzhou Wei is quite cool at night," he muttered. "It was hot to me a few days ago. I have grown up like this and I have never experienced such a hot summer."
He Yan laughed in his heart. Cheng Lisu was in Shuojing in the past. The Cheng family must have ice cubes to cool off in the summer. They stay in Fufu every day and the sun can't shine. Of course, it is not as good as Liangzhou Wei. She said: "If so, why do you come to Liangzhou with your uncle to endure hardship?"
"No way," Cheng Lisu shared his hands, "If I don't come out with my uncle, I'll get married."
He Yan froze: "What?"
"Tell you a secret, I escaped marriage." Cheng Lisu pouted, "I'm still young, how can I get married? Besides, I don't like her, so I ran away."
He Yan: "..." This child is really going straight, but what makes him more surprised is that Xiao Jue actually agreed to bring Cheng Lisu, he is not afraid that Cheng's family will be dissatisfied with him. The young master also helped the young master escape marriage, even if it is a relative, I am afraid that there will be a gap in my heart.
"You and Xiao Dudu's feelings are very good." He Yan pondered.
"It's okay," Cheng Lisu was very proud: "I took the initiative to haunt him."
He Yan felt unbelievable, "Your uncle is so bad, can you still take the initiative to get past?" It's amazing, who said that Cheng Lisu is a "waste son". This kind of humiliation is not something that everyone can do.
"My uncle is very powerful. If it was not him when he was a kid, I might not be the one who is not yet."
Xu Shi's moonlight is very good tonight, and Cheng Lisu is excited about his past.
Mrs. Cheng, the mother of Cheng Lisu, is in fact as close as Xiao Jue’s mother. Therefore, when Xiao Jue was born, Mrs. Cheng was already married, and although Cheng Lisu and Xiao Jue differed by generations, the age difference was not very big.
Although the Cheng family and the Xiao family walked less frequently, they were definitely not indifferent. However, when he was a child, Cheng Lisu actually hadn't seen Xiao Jue much. Most of the time, he saw Uncle Xiao Jing more often. Xiao Zhongwu had two sons, and Xiao Jing, the eldest son of Xiao Xiao, was weak when he was young, so it was not appropriate to practice martial arts. Later, after raising his body, he had passed the best age for martial arts. And Mrs. Xiao did not want Xiao Jing to join the army, and Xiao Jing went the way of civil servant.
After Xiao Jue was born, Xiao Zhongwu paid special attention to this son.
Xiao Jue did not live up to Xiao Zhongwu's expectations, and he had already revealed his talents in his childhood. Xiao Zhongwu took Xiao Jue to the mountain and was personally taught by four senior men. As for what mountain it is and who is the master, Cheng Lisu is not very clear. After all, it may only be seen once a year, sometimes not once.
After Xiao Jue was fourteen years old, he went down to Shuojing, entered the Xianchang Pavilion, and studied the martial arts with Shuojing's children. Cheng Lisu was nine years old that year, and he was kidnapped by his kidnappers when he went out to play in the Mid-Autumn Festival. At his age, it is reasonable to say that the kidnappers are too big, but he is really delicate and delicate, like the silver dolls painted in the new year, the kidnappers kidnapped him out of the city. Ling, shivering in the carriage.
He woke up and cried. He ate something with tears and fell asleep. It didn’t take long for him to wake up. There was a sound of fighting outside the carriage. Cheng Lisu was swollen with a bumpy nose and a blue face. When he called for the world, the car stopped.
He hurriedly opened the curtain of the carriage and climbed out, and saw the dead people who fell to the ground, all with a sword to seal their throats. There were more than one kidnapped kidnappers. There were dozens of people in total. The kidnapped children were in the carriage. Some of them fell out at the moment, and some were still in the carriage. A group of people were crying. In a mess, Cheng Lisu trembled violently, and encountered a snowy robe corner.
He looked up and saw a handsome young man with a silver crown and white robe standing in front of him, holding a long sword like a frost snow, and was tickling down the blood. The blood was gorgeous, but the young man's lips were not as bright as he was, his expression was calm, and his eyes fell on him.
This was a very fierce painting, but Cheng Lisu somehow felt a little reassured. He shook his legs and hugged the legs of the teenager, learning the flattering dog legs of his mother when he talked to others. "Dare, Dare to ask who the last name of the hero is, and where I live, I am the young master of the Zhizhi Lang House of Youyou. If you save me, our house will definitely be rewarded."
The young man's mouth twitched, and he looked down at him from a condescending position, a pair of clear eyes without ripples, said coldly: "I am your uncle."
"I only knew then that he was my little uncle who had never been seen." Cheng Lisu looked at the moon with his cheek. "I thought, this little uncle is really amazing."
Xiao Jue rescued him as well as the children who had been kidnapped. Cheng Lisu felt that there was such an uncle, and You Rong Yan, they wanted to stick to him. But Xiao Jue didn't like this little nephew very much. After returning him to Cheng's house, he never visited him again. Cheng Lisu sent him a post asking him to come to the house to visit, and Xiao Jue had never been here. Moreover, Xiao Jue is also very busy. When Cheng Lisu saw Xiao Jue, there were actually very few.
He Yan thought of the picture described by Cheng Lisu, inexplicably wanting to laugh. Xiao Jue had such a nephew, but he was helpless.
"Then how did you get close later?" He Yan asked.
If it was just a life-saving grace, as Cheng Lisu said, did not cause much improvement to their relationship, then what must have happened later, this pair of uncles can only come to Liangzhou Wei now.
"Actually, our Cheng family, including my mother, and friends and family who know the Xiao family, do not like uncle very much." Cheng Lisu said: "They prefer uncle uncle."
Xiao Wei, who was born to both of the Xiao family, chose one of them, and Xiao Jing, the son of Xiao Xiao, also had a good appearance. The son is like jade, humble and clear, and from the perspective of temperament, it is certainly more comfortable to get along with Xiao Jing. But it doesn't dislike Xiao Jue.
"Why?" He Yan asked, "Xiao Dudu didn't save your life, even for the life-saving benefactor, your mother will definitely not like him."
"That's the case, but the time uncle meets our relatives is too little, and everyone doesn't know him."
Before the age of 14, Xiao Jue was rarely in Shuojing. After he was 14, he entered the Xianchang Pavilion, not to mention relatives and friends. Even Mrs. Xiao was not very close to this son. Cheng Lisu knew that several times, Mrs. Xiao talked to her mother, and she was anxious during the conversation, not knowing how to get along with the little son.
Even if you don't understand it, naturally seeing people brings a lot of prejudices. Xiao Jue was lazy and did not like to interact with people. Compared with his elder brother Wenlang Ruyu, the contrast was even more stark. But as He Yan said, this is not a dislike. The real dislike is when Xiao Zhongwu died after the battle of Mingshui.
The sudden death of Xiao Zhongwu was a huge blow to the Xiao family. Mrs. Xiao has never experienced the ups and downs of her life. She took her husband as the sky all her life. After Xiao Zhongwu's death, Mrs. Xiao took advantage of herself and hanged herself to follow her husband, leaving only two sons.
Xiao Jing and Xiao Jue, the two sons of the Xiao family, Xiao Jing was desperate, but Xiao Jue did not shed a tear. After the general's couple was buried, the first thing Xiao Jue did was to go to the Jinluan Temple to express his feelings, to hold the Nanfu soldiers' power in his palm.
Mrs. Xiao had not passed the first seven, so he took the Nanfu soldiers to Pingnanman chaos. Xiao Zhongwu died in the battle of Nanman that day. Some people said that he was avenging his father, and some people said he was eager for quick success. Regardless of his father's death or his mother's martyrdom, Xiao Jue did not show excessive sadness. So the sign of indifference and heartlessness, as hard as iron, was printed on him.
In the capital, the second son of Xiao Er, who is precious and precious, is missing, and others can only learn the current situation of Xiao Jue from only a few words uploaded from the battlefield. Rumor has it that he was a teenager, and there were countless people who died under his sword.
"Have you ever heard of Zhao Nuo?" Cheng Lisu asked.
He Yan faintly felt that the name was familiar, but did not know where he had heard it before, so he shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"Zhao Nuonai's eldest son of Hushu Shangshu, who once served as Jingzhou's governor." Cheng Lisu said here, his expression dimmed. "In fact, the misunderstanding of the uncle by Cheng and his family members and friends It is because of this person."
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