Chapter 21: Fanwaiyi? Jun asked the return period has not yet expired

People have to do many things in this life. If they are done right, they are sometimes not worth mentioning.
It has been more than a month since he came to this bitter cold place. No one knows who he is, not even himself.
Most of the things I had in the first half of my life were stolen from others, but now I am paying off one by one, and I am left alone. Therefore, when registering the roster, he frowned for a while, still surnamed Xie, thinking he was older than that person, he wrote Xie Dalang.
Dalang didn't have anything. Armed with his right hand, he followed the soldiers and charged in a row. He took a nap in the dead man's heap and exercised in the cold weather. Gradually, many people died, but he was still alive.
He ate a lot of hardships and losses that he had never tasted, and saw many people and things that he had never seen before. The man who was once warm and jade was hollowed out and filled with cold iron like ice.
He did not shed tears when he buried his robes with his hands, and he didn't sigh when he cut the guard's head with a knife. He just looked at the deadly head and felt inexplicably tired.
He was very clear in his heart. Once the life and death of the battlefield were controlled by heaven, the half-step temple could not help himself, and he promised Tianzi to solicit, that is, turning himself into a knife held in the hands of others.
But he didn't regret it.
In the past two years, he has killed many people, done many things that were sneered by himself, and was born and died several times before he knew what black and white depend on.
Before seeing these surging waves, he felt that he was a well-knocked male. After the ups and downs, Fang Jue felt humble and ignorant as a child.
He understood a lot, but he didn't understand more.
There is always nothing to do in the world, there are too many right or wrong to say.
On the night when the chilling news came, he was leaning on the tree and looking into the distance. There was a bright moon hanging above the dark sky, and the luster of the moon was under the sky. When a corner fell in his distant home.
Counting the time, the three-year period is due.
The oath of the past is still in his ears, but he is more confused than then.
It's a pity that he didn't think about it, he went to life and death.
The situation of the Jinghanguan is worse than their worst expectations. The old and weak women and children in the city have sealed the wall with flesh and blood, lest one star be missed, that is, the world is falling apart.
One hundred and seventy-eight shadow raiders suffered more than half of their damage in just a few days, and the soldiers in the city suffered heavy casualties. The grain and grass were also exhausted.
They decided to be in danger.
The commander placed most of the remaining Shadowguards in various places in the city. He was about to bring four men into the battlefield disguised as barbarian wounded soldiers. At that time, he should have been assisting the defense on the tower, but he changed his post with a brother. Keep up with the commander.
"I went because I was the commander of the shadows, and as the first soldiers, they were willing to go with me because they were unwilling to hang on to the corpse of horse leather, what about you?"
The commander looked at him, wiping a long black knife in his hand, Hongyan fluttered on his wings, almost spreading his wings.
He said, "No why, no asking, no idea."
He didn't know if he had asked him for three times, but eventually he followed him.
Fortunately, he followed.
Beiman has been fighting for many days, and the casualties have not been easy. There are howling wounded soldiers and numb faces in the camp.
They were mixed in, but the danger was like a tarsal maggot, and a group of assassins who were no less than the Shadow Guardian were also in the barracks, and they quickly stared at them.
At that time, the moon went to heaven, and it was not long before the dawn.
As a result, two raiders exposed themselves as attracting murderers, and a mortal camp burned chaos. He and the fierce and brutal assassins ambushed and procrastinated for a long time, allowing the commander to sneak into the Hutar account at this moment.
A person is like a knife, a knife is like a person.
He was injured, grabbed a warhorse and rushed into the enclosure, grabbed the commander's hand, and broke through.
It is a pity that the saying that there is no way out of the world is often shitless.
At that time, in front of the end, the wolfhound chased behind them, and the two of them had only a glimmer of life.
Move flowers and trees, and change one life for another.
At that time, the commander could not bear some support, but he was more persistent than him. He was half awake and half awake. He only read the name of a person in his mouth, and only remembered a ten-year contract.
He also has an agreement.
Three years ago, before going to World War I, Ling Yunfeng's wife tenderly clothed his hair, and it was only when his knee-high son held a wooden knife that he looked at him without blinking.
The child's voice was as soft as rice cake, and asked him, "Where is Daddy?"
He avoids weight and speaks softly, like every grown-up kid: "Come back soon."
The son nodded obediently, his wife shook his hand all the way, but she was so tense with cold sweat.
At the beginning of the war, she finally said: "Don't forget what you promised."
He smiled back at her, still the same sentence: "I will be back soon."
But he didn't go back then, but now he can't go back.
Before turning around and running out of the cave, he actually regretted it and thought about turning back.
However, after all, no.
The man used to say that he was a coward, and now it seems that the phrase is a fortune.
He was brilliant in his life. He spent the first half of his life in the rivers and lakes, and for three years he served the country and the people.
The years of Yang Wei Wulin were his trickery and arbitrariness, and his three years of shameful turnaround were his abandonment of his family, stolen and secret life.
He finally understood that he was really sorry.
There is a wife who is ashamed, a child who is deficient, and a deceased old man.
But he didn't look back after all.
Carrying a corpse under the night of the flames, he ran desperately, and thought that the blood that had cooled had gradually ignited. He seemed to have returned to the sword meeting, the only indulgence in his life.
The world's three-six-nine-nine and one-hundred-state world situation is probably only regarded as before life and death.
It's a pity that when the end of the road is near, the boiling blood will also flow cleanly, hollowing out a sense of pride, and finally returning to the silence, leaving only a trace of regret.
His left hand was supported with a knife, and his right hand with three fingers cut off trembles and touched his heart. Behind him was a cliff, and in front of him were countless barbarians holding blades and bowing.
Thirty-four years of grudges and grudges will eventually settle in this way.
The moment the arrows flew, his eyes reflected not the overwhelming sword rain, but the bright moon in the sky.
I send this heart to the bright moon, can the wind go to the west of the hometown?
...
Xie Wuyi slept badly that night.
He was already in a state of ruin, and he often couldn't sleep well at night, but this night he turned back and forth and eventually couldn't sleep. He heard the wind outside the window desolate, and saw the candle swaying in the house.
A gust of wind opened the half-covered window, and the candle on the table suddenly went out.
It is said that people die like lights ... He jumped in the heart for no reason.
Xie Wuyi turned over from the bed and sat up, poured a herbal tea to drink slowly, his hand trembling somehow. Until the door was suddenly knocked, he pulled the latch away and saw the little boy holding a wooden knife and looking up at him with his head raised.
He has always been embarrassed by this child, and he neither intends to blame or blame, nor can he be a kind father. Basically, there is not much intersection except for guiding martial arts. Seeing that he has become estranged in the past three years, he did not expect to come suddenly tonight. .
Xie Wuyi didn't want to understand yet, Xie Li loosened the wooden knife, hugged his leg and rubbed his head, and a few drops of warm liquid soaked in his jacket, making him even more confused.
"what happened to you?"
"Dad, I had a dream." Xie Li raised his head and his eyes were red. "I dreamed that you went to a place far away and never came back. Let me take care of myself. Don't follow."
Xie Wuyi's hand froze.
For a long time, he said: "The man is a child, just dreaming, go back to sleep."
Xie Li nodded, but couldn't help but ask him: "Dad, where is the furthest place in the world?"
far?
Are they far away from each other?
But as long as you have the heart, there will always be the day of the meeting.
Really out of reach, probably there will only be a difference between life and death.
Xie Wuyi said: "There is a place where you can't come back when you go, and no one else can find ..."
Xie Li looked at him questioningly: "Where is that? Why can't I find it?"
"Because you have to be alive." Xie Wuyi hesitated and touched his hair, condescending, and his eyes were low, "You will know where it is sooner or later, but even if you know, you should not go early, otherwise I will not allow it."
Xie Li is too young. He is a child with a stubborn eye. Many machine changes are used to drill the horns of the horns, so he pretends to be self-confessed. In fact, he is poorer than anyone else.
Xie Wuyi's life was defeated by calculations. Naturally he knew that life and death were unpredictable, but he never believed in fate, so this child who was raised by him personally for three years, of course, couldn't believe it either.
He looked back at the extinguished lamp, and suddenly had a hunch that the limit was coming.
Xie Li drove back to the room, Xie Wuyi raised a white lantern, and slowly paced to the door of Duanshui Villa.
The lettering on the basalt stone came into view-the world came out of my generation.
How can ... When you enter the rivers and lakes, the years urge.
Xie Wuyi stood by, but at this moment he felt old.
Maybe those who die to death will become sentimental.
The wind was getting bigger and bigger, and the lanterns were shaking, the night was heavy, and the moon was gradually covered by the dark clouds. It seemed that heavy rain was coming.
Xie Wuyi suddenly remembered that it was time to honor the three-year agreement.
However, the man has not returned.
He stood by the lantern when the storm was coming, and he saw no mountains and rivers in his eyes, and no one returned to him at night.