After the display, the wind stopped.
The moonlight is still gentle. The young man stands quietly under the moonlight, his dark eyes are bright and determined, and his straight back reveals his stubbornness.
Huo Ziheng sighed softly and said, "Now that you have made up your mind, go ahead."
"Thank you, Master!"
"When are you ready to leave?"
"After the Qingming Festival."
Huo Ziheng returned to the room, and the woman on the bed turned over awkwardly, "Ali is going to join the army when he is only ten years old. Tsk, isn't he too young? He's not tall enough to stand in the military camp!"
"Don't underestimate A Li. He has great ambitions, dares to think, do and fight, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people." Huo Ziheng was silent for a moment and looked out the window, "If he can hold on, given time, he will definitely succeed."
"It's a pity that our daughter won't be able to see her fifth senior brother when she is born!"
Is this what I'm worried about? Huo Ziheng laughed and sat on the edge of the bed to lie down, but was kicked by his wife.
"I was woken up from a good sleep. My daughter said she was cramped in her stomach. She rubbed my waist to help me relax!"
"..."
Qingming Festival is here in a blink of an eye.
On this day, the whole village was filled with the fragrance of mugwort leaves, and with the light rain vapor, the smell became even fresher and better.
Walking on the loess road in the village, you can hear chatter and laughter coming from the villagers' courtyards from time to time. They are friendly and cheerful, and the mud under your feet becomes less annoying.
When Ziyi walked into the courtyard of Xiao Su's house, carrying rice, flour, cloth and silver, the young men were already squatting under the eaves of the verandah eating green dumplings.
"Uncle Ziyi!" The boys greeted with smiles and no surprise, "You've come just in time. I've just sifted the green dumplings out of the pot. Come and eat, it's both sweet and savory!"
Old man Su and others in the kitchen also poked their heads out, "I guessed that you would come today. I put your things in the main room. There are clean shoes for you behind the door. Please change your muddy shoes and come over quickly, otherwise I will These boys will eat up all the youth dumplings for you soon!"
Zi Yi unconsciously showed her face, "Okay."
He has been coming here once a month for more than three years, and he always brings something.
The Xiao Su family has never refused, but everything he brings will be used on the little master.
It was that kind of lack of politeness and indifference that over time gave him the illusion that he was also an ordinary member of this ordinary family.
Ziyi's eyes were in a trance for a moment, but soon regained their clarity.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been wandering around for too long, so it’s easy to become attached to stability.
But he still has an unfinished mission and many unfinished things. He can't stop and his nostalgia can't be stable.
The courtyard of Xiao Su's house is small, and the kitchen is also small. Now that the little children have grown into teenagers, it seems very crowded when they all stay in the kitchen.
So the boys were driven to the corridor, where sat the adults of the Su family, Du Lao and Xiao Tianbao.
Each person has a stool and a green dumpling in his hand, eating until the corners of his mouth are stained with green marks and sesame seeds.
Behind the stove there is a young woman who is neatly putting a new batch of green dumplings into the pot of boiling water.
The aroma of green dumplings and firewood, the steamer gurgling smoke, and the whole family gathered together to talk and laugh.
There is warmth everywhere.
After eating Qingtuan, a small table was set up in the yard, with offerings placed on the table, and a small brazier filled with plant ashes and incense candles.
Old woman Su handed a handful of paper money to Wei Li and Zi Yi, and the woman's rough hands stroked the young man's head.
"Our family was exiled and it was impossible to visit the tombs of our relatives to pay homage, but we couldn't skip the ceremony. We burned a stick of incense and some paper money. They were watching from the sky, and they knew that we were always thinking of them."
Wei Li grabbed the paper money in his hand, squatted in front of the small brazier and silently lit the paper money, his lowered black eyes were red.
Since he came to Xiao Su's house, there has been such a scene every Qingming Festival.
When they met by chance, the mother-in-law and the concubine just raised their hands, but now the Xiao Su family has been treating him sincerely for several years. If they really want to say that they are kind, the person they owe is actually him.
The paper money burned, and the open flame devoured the paper. Wei Li watched the paper turn into ashes bit by bit, his eyes darkening.
Mother and concubine, even though they are separated from their children, they are still alive. Kindness must be repaid, and so must revenge!
The half-grown boy squatted there, his thin spine protruding from his spring shirt, and he was trembling slightly under his clothes.
Xiao Su's family stood aside and watched quietly, sighing in their hearts.
There was an old man and a young cat in the kitchen stealing unused sesame fillings to eat.
The little baby occasionally turned his head to look outside, with a black beard on the corner of his mouth, "Grandpa Du, if you die, you will die. Why is Fifth Junior Brother still sad?"
Du Buguo's beard was wider around his mouth, and he kept making crackling noises while chewing sesame seeds. "It's my mother who died, so I must be sad. For example, if Grandpa Du died one day and was killed, wouldn't you be sad?" ?Sad or not?"
Tianbao tilted his head and thought for a while, "I'll kill the person who killed you and burn paper money for you."
"..." Du Buguao held his broken heart and took a big mouthful of sesame seeds, "Little white-eyed wolf! Grandpa Du doesn't like sweet stuff, but he still eats sesame fillings with you. Is this how you react? You don't Pretend!"
"You asked me to steal some and taste it, so I stayed with you."
"Obviously you love sweets!"
"You wanted to steal it."
"You love to eat!"
"You want to steal."
"You love to eat!"
"I love to eat and I want to steal."
The old man's broken heart healed instantly, he twisted a ball of stuffing into the little baby's mouth, and secretly wiped the black beard around her mouth wider.
Tianbao quietly bent his eyes and scratched the old man's knotted hair.
She won't let anyone bully her poisonous grandpa.
It was getting dark, and Ziyi stayed for a day to prepare to leave and return to the inner city.
The contract with Liangjifang still lasts for a year and a half. In addition to monthly wrestling, he has to find other jobs to make more money.
Wei Li sent him out of the village. The journey was not long, and the miasma forest appeared in front of him in an instant.
Wei Li stopped and turned to look at the man, "Uncle Ziyi, I'm going to join the army."
The smile that had been on Ziyi's face suddenly froze and disappeared, "What?"
"The Cui family has the intention to rebel. No matter whether it succeeds or not, that person will not be stable in his position for long. I can't wait." Wei Li's expression was calm, and his eyes were bottomless. Only the scarlet red suddenly appeared, revealing his depth. Hidden hatred, "Hongde Emperor Nangong Yin must die in my hands!"
He didn't allow that person to die, let alone die at the hands of others.
Otherwise, how can hatred be eliminated!
Ziyi was stiff all over, and it took a long time for him to say, "Decided?"
"Um."
"My young master, allow me a few days. I will settle matters in the inner city and accompany you to the military camp."
"You stay." Wei Li looked at him, "Take care of them for me while I'm away."
"Little Master!"
"If I can't come back, it's my life. Uncle Ziyi doesn't need to worry about it."
The spring sun is setting, the clouds are floating in the sky and the wind blows from the clear river, hitting the face with the fine raindrops that have fallen again without knowing when.
Leaves skin feeling cool.
The man's footsteps were heavy when he left, as if he had to use all his strength to take a step out.
Wei Li stood by the stone monument at the entrance of the village, looking at the man's back quietly, and then turned back to the village when the last ray of skylight disappeared.
He has made up his mind and will not change it.
Success is a king, failure is a bandit.
If you are lucky enough to survive, one day your horse will ride on the plain!
