Xiahou Yunzhao supported Fang Zilan, "Master Fang, there is no need to be polite. I know that the recurrence of Master Fang's old injury is not a trivial matter, so I won't delay it too much. I just want to ask, Master Fang, does he know where my Yan'er is now?"
Hearing this, Fang Zilan straightened up suddenly, stood not far away from Xiahou Yunzhao, bowed respectfully, and then said: "Miss Yan'er entered Linjia Village alone to save someone who was infected with the plague, but unexpectedly she also She was infected with the plague. The disease was so severe that she... did not survive it and was already... dead..."
Xiahou Yunzhao trembled, and Xie Chen walked to her side and held her shoulders. He was about to speak when he heard her say: "Master Fang, have you ever... seen Yan'er's... corpse with your own eyes?" ?”
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes." Fang Zilan still maintained her saluting posture. She did not dare to look up at them, but said softly: "The plague is coming fiercely. Linjia Village is the place where the plague is most serious. I have no choice but to set fire to it." The village failed to bring Miss Yan'er back, and I hope General Xiahou will forgive me. If Miss Yan'er hadn't been alert to this plague..."
"I understand." Xia Houyun interrupted her with a cold voice, "Submit to the right when the matter is urgent. Mr. Fang just did what he should do. I won't blame you. It's just that his reputation..."
She tried her best to control her emotions, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably, "How can a living person be even remotely important?"
"Zhaozhao!" Xie Chen held her hand a little tighter, and she turned around and buried her head in his arms. She said in a sobbing voice, "Yan'er...did she leave anything behind..."
"Never." Fang Zilan lowered his head, "General Xiahou, Sir Xie, I'm sorry. Please show your condolences and acquiesce."
Xie Chen gently caressed the person in his arms, and sighed after a long while, "Time is also destiny, Master Fang does not need to feel guilty. It is already very good that you can find Yan'er for us."
Xiahou Yunzhao raised her head from his arms and looked at Fang Zilan, who was still maintaining a saluting posture, like a statue. She said calmly: "Speaking of it, Mr. Fang is related to my Xiahou family. It was Mr. Fang who helped Ayan return. Jia, now Yan'er is the same way. Thinking about it, these two children should have been... seen underground, right? "
She was sobbing intermittently as she spoke, and by the time she finished the last sentence, she was already sobbing.
Fang Zilan remained motionless. Just hearing Xiahou Yunzhao's words made her feel pain in her chest, as if something was falling heavily. She didn't know, if she saw Xiahou Yunzhao's appearance at this time, would she not be able to help telling the truth so that Xiahou Yunzhao would have an object of hatred?
This thought just flashed through her mind, and she knew the answer, it would be yes.
Otherwise, why could she see her tears falling silently to the ground, blooming into dark flowers?
However, Su Yuexi's bloody face suddenly appeared in her mind, making her suppress the idea.
She bit her lips until her lips and teeth were filled with the sweet taste. When she heard Xiahou Yunzhao's voice, she seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, revealing indescribable weakness, "Master Fang, you don't have to be like this, you are burdened with old wounds." , needs to be taken good care of. We won't disturb you much, and we'll leave now." After she said that, Xie Chen left with her.
Fang Zilan raised her head, looked at their backs, and couldn't help but stretched out her hand, but her lips were still biting tightly, and she couldn't even touch the corners of their clothes.
It turns out that the people left behind are the saddest ones.
She slowly retracted her hand, and suddenly remembered what the person who applied medicine to her in the dream once said - time is difficult, and if you can die, it will be a relief.
At that time, she scoffed and said that if she had known this, she would not have saved her. How did that person answer her?
"It is the nature of people to be greedy for life and afraid of death. No matter how difficult it is, they will survive with five parts desire, three parts unwillingness and one part fear. Year after year, month after month, day by day, it is nothing more than this."
So she asked again, "Where's the remaining point?"
"Gu Yong. It's worth remembering just a little bit of honey-like time."
If this is true, her honey-like time in this life will probably last longer.
She wiped her eyes and chased out without hesitation. Awan followed her, and they followed Xiahou Yunzhao and Xie Chen to Linjia Village.
The entire village was burned to the ground by a fire, leaving the mountains covered with scorched earth and the fields desolate.
Xiahou Yunzhao walked to a tree that was mostly burned except for its roots. He slowly knelt down and held a handful of scorched earth with a pure white silk handkerchief. He wrapped it carefully and held it in the palm of his hand.
"Yan'er, Aunt Zhao..." she said and paused suddenly, "No, it's mother. Mother is here to take you home." She stood up and put the silk handkerchief back into her arms with great care.
In fact, she knew from the day Ayan left that she couldn't keep Yan'er.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered the day Yan'er left home. She tried to dissuade her a few times as usual. Knowing that it was of no use, she casually told her to pay attention to her safety and inform her family in time if anything happened.
As if it was some omen, Yan'er, who originally would only call her Aunt Zhao, seemed to be confused in front of her, and half-jokingly and half-seriously called her "Mother".
At that moment, she suddenly felt that a place in her heart was lit up. She had no children, but Yan'er was the orphan girl she took a liking to and wanted to take back to Xiahou's family to raise. Unfortunately, Yan'er had been sensitive and cautious since she was a child, and she had always been willing to call her Aunt Zhao.
Why on earth do you call her mother? She couldn't remember clearly, but she clearly remembered how well-behaved Yan'er was when she first saw her.
Now that I think about it, maybe I was wrong from the beginning.
She thought she could protect Yan'er from the wind and rain, but she forgot that the Xiahou family was already in the dark wind and rain, how could they avoid it?
After all, Yan'er was harmed.
Xie Chen stood not far behind Xiahou Yunzhao and did not step forward. It was not that he didn't know what she was thinking. On the contrary, he knew it better than anyone else.
"Master Xie..." Fang Zilan just started, but was interrupted by Xie Chen, "My Xiahou family is used to it when a white-haired person sends a black-haired person. Master Fang doesn't have to worry."
He looked steadily at Xiahou Yunzhao's back and whispered: "Zhaozhao, she will be fine soon."
Fang Zilan was silent, her heart aching. Fang Chongzheng once told her that since ancient times, no warrior would end well. Only now did she really understand the meaning behind this sentence.
The so-called warriors are those who either die on the battlefield and are wrapped in horse leather, or they die alone in pain, with their hands stained with blood. How can God make them feel better?
Xiahou Yunzhao walked to Xie Chen, suppressed all his emotions, and returned to his usual cold and serious look, "Xie Chen, let's go home."
