"What are your plans in the future?"
Wang Dan didn't know what to say at this time. He knew he couldn't give Cong any future, but he still asked weakly out of concern for his old friend.
"Me? Take one step, count one step."
"Auntie, please come back to Weiguo with us!"
Yang Zhen went up to pull Cong Cong's dress and acted like a baby like he did when he was a child.
"Haha, no! Say hello to your mother!"
Cong Cong knelt down gently, stroked Yang Zhen's little face a few times, stood up again, and said to Wang Dan: "Outside the door here, I have prepared the carriage and horses, and all the food and clothing are available inside. Originally... You can drive back to the defense."
Wang Dan understood what she meant by the "original" that he hesitated to say. In this case, he had no choice but to let it go.
"That's it, thank you! Take care, see you soon!"
"Yeah! Have a safe trip!"
Wang Dan still had important matters in mind, and he didn't dare to linger any longer. He took the sheep and poured them out, got into the car and drove the horse. A burst of smoke left the servant standing alone, looking like a statue in white. His clothes were blown to one side in the wind, making this "statue" come alive again.
"Is your uncle Hunxi Bindu?"
Wang Dan asked Yang Zhen while driving on the road.
"It was on the city wall, carrying some smelly things up and down. I followed secretly and found a table with a lot of good food on it, so I went over and hid it, even though I didn't have anything to eat. After that, I discovered It’s you!”
"Well, why don't you take a rest at night?"
"There is a ruined temple in the west of the city. I will take you there!"
"Do you know the way?"
“You’ll know it when you get to the west of the city!”
"good!"
It will take some time to walk from where Cong lives to the west of Pengcheng. There are few people living here, so there is little movement related to the war. It is difficult to tell whether the city has been captured. Still keep it as is.
"Just go from here, go all the way, go all the way, turn left, turn right, turn left again, and we're here!"
Yang Zhen recognized the road to the dilapidated temple, navigated it, and asked Wang Dan to drive to their temporary "home" in Pengcheng - a dilapidated dilapidated earth temple.
Before the two of them got off the car, Hun Xi was disturbed by the approaching noise of the carriage and horse. She crouched down at the wall tiles to peek. When the red mass that he was so familiar with appeared and disappeared behind the horse's head, He knew: Wang Dan had arrived.
When Hun Xi saw that both father and son were there, she relaxed. Without waiting for the carriage to arrive at the temple gate, she jumped out from the wall, stood in the street, stretched out her hand, directly pulled the reins of the horse's head, and stopped the carriage.
"What's the battle like at the top of the city?" Wang Dan asked.
Hun Xi couldn't answer either, so the three of them decided to go over and see the result.
"General Lao Zuo personally led the attack on the city. The last thing I know is this. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties." Hun Xi looked at Wang Dan's injuries with concern and said, "You were seriously injured this time. You need to take good care of yourself when you return." Nourish!”
"Nothing."
It was Hun Xi driving the car, and Yang Zhen looked admiring again. He sat next to him, gesticulating in the same way, and kept praising: "Uncle Xi is driving well and fastening it!" quick!"
As we drove towards the south gate, we saw more and more wounded and disabled soldiers. The rescue and treatment teams were mixed with the fleeing citizens, and the road was in chaos.
Approaching the south gate, looking from a distance, the Chu flag on the city wall is still flying. Although it has been burned and beaten to pieces, it has not fallen down after all.
"Why don't you wait here until I go to inquire about it? Don't drive away."
Hun Xi parked the car on the side of the road and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Without using a stick of incense, he returned with a depressed look, handed over two pieces of sesame seed cakes and a set of Chu clothes, and said: "Lao Zuo died in battle, and the Song Dynasty was defeated."
Wang Dan took the cake and didn't eat it. He just held it in his hand, pinched a hole in it bitterly, and sighed: "Alas! Dan is incompetent and let uncle down."
"Eat the cake first! Don't blame yourself! You almost died! Why don't we just go back and recover!" Hun Xi persuaded, "This is God's will and cannot be done by humans."
"Forget it! Go back!"
Wang Dan, who had changed into Chu clothes, threw the red color that was supposed to represent victory into a dry well on the side of the road. The three of them packed up, mixed the carriage with the Chu people's convoy of corpses, and left Pengcheng. Looking at the corpses of countless Song soldiers who could not hide outside the door, they returned to the Song camp with regret.
At this time, Song Camp was already a messy abandoned land, with not a single living person in sight.
"Master Huaxi must have been chased and escaped! I hope he can survive."
Hun Xi checked the corpses here and found no Hua Xi's.
The more miserable this moment was, the more God intensified the atmosphere and began to rain continuously, driving away the poor homeless people.
"Forget it, let's return to the defense!"
Wang Dan didn't know where to return to Hua Xi, so he had to order Hunxi to drive home.
After all this trouble, Wang Dan has never missed Weiguo's home and the feeling of being in Yangliu'er's arms more than now.
"I'm tired. Let's rest for a while and watch Zhen'er."
Wang Dan was enveloped in an irresistible wave of sleepiness. Regardless of the carriage bumping up and down in the mud, he soon fell into a deep sleep.
This sleep was actually not long, but in his dream, it was the most peaceful sleep he had in these days:
Wang Dan dreamed that he was back home, sleeping soundly in a warm quilt. Suddenly, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was not sleeping next to Yangliu'er, but Congcong was beside him, with his face full of tears. When he was about to comfort her, Congcong wiped his tears and spoke again. She turned into Nan'er, she smiled half-crazy and half-seriously, pointed at her belly, and said: "Yours, yours..."; just when he was about to wave his hands in denial, Nan'er turned into Yangliu'er again, Holding Yang Zhen and Wang Chang in his arms, he said with a smile: "None of it is yours, none of it is yours..."
"Click!"
A loud pit caused the car to shake violently and brought Wang Dan back to reality from these dreams of entangled women.
"Dad Dan, you keep saying 'yours, yours' and 'not yours, not yours', what is that?"
Yang Zhen stood aside and asked curiously what Wang Dan's strange dream was.
"Nothing, nothing."
Wang Dan was very angry that he would have such a strange dream, but he couldn't explain it in front of his children, so he had to deal with it.
However, when Hunxi heard these words, she guessed a lot.
Even so, he just sighed briefly, then raised his hand and gave the horse a stronger signal: "Drive!"
Driving on a rainy night, the horse was already tired and didn't want to exert its strength. After being slapped, it suddenly became angry and reluctantly sped up and ran towards the dark front.
