On a cool night in early spring, I sat on a field with slightly green grass and watched the stars.
I looked around and over, but I didn't see any one that was my father.
A gust of night wind blew by, and I wrapped myself in my clothes. I felt like I was the only one in the world, so lonely!
That day, after my father Jin Zhao was assassinated by Death Shichen in Xihua Tower, my grandma and I became people with the "three noes"!
No one cares, no one cares, no one comes to the door!
From then on, the silver candle dawns, the wild plains and the weeds, and the sorrows of thousands of girls in their hearts, there is no need to tell anyone!
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My surname is Jin, the single character for which is cicada, which means "cicada sheds from the filth and floats away from the dust".
This is the name my grandfather Jin Yue chose for me when he was still alive. He hoped that I would be noble and psychic, and that I could be resurrected and live forever after the rain and wind blow.
Dad always felt that this name was not domineering enough, and the name had to be at least something to do with dragons, tigers, etc., but Grandpa was stubborn and Dad didn't force it.
After my grandfather passed away, my father took over the huge begging group and built a large villa. He was busy with political affairs every day, so he temporarily fostered me in my gentle and virtuous grandma's house. Grandma felt sorry for her old friends and lived alone in the old house in the west of the city left by my grandfather. After I moved here, grandma dismissed all the servants. In the end, only grandma and I were left living in the small Sanjin courtyard with my father. Little contact.
Under the care of my grandma, I stayed close to home, learned the six arts, read poetry and books, and read all the classics of the ancient sages. I only loved the "Book of Changes", the first of all the classics. With the support of my grandma, I ignored worldly affairs and lived freely. I quietly left home during my prime years and explored the fertile lands of northern Xinjiang. I was just picked up by Uncle Ling Xiao during the winter solstice last year.
When I was away from home, I also saw another side of my father. He was greedy for money, cruel and murderous. In Bozhou, when almost everyone mentioned my father, they cursed him unconsciously.
I once suggested that my grandma should persuade my father, but grandma touched my forehead and said earnestly, "It's not easy to take care of the child when he grows up. The cause and effect, right and wrong, life and death he makes will be the same." Let the child suffer."
Then, grandma said to me meaningfully, "I can't control him, but I can still control you! Chan'er is at ease, with grandma here, you will definitely grow up strong."
Today, I finally understand the profound meaning of grandma’s words.
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I have been a cold-blooded child and have no memory of my mother who died young. I have only made two or three close friends during my three years of traveling in northern Xinjiang. Three months ago, I made a divination for myself on a whim, and the result was: Parents are tortured and injured, middle-aged is troubled, mood is constantly changing, changeable and unpredictable, plenty of clothes and salary, a safe destiny.
Because of this hexagram, I was annoyed that the ancients deceived me for many days. It wasn’t until my father’s death that I completely believed in this hexagram!
The ancients do not deceive me!
On April 15th, in Xihua Tower, my father's coffin had not yet been covered. The Qiling Gang disciples outside the building, under the instruction of Uncle Ling Xiao, collected the spring fat from the people of western Liaoning. I stood at the side window and looked coldly downstairs. The Qiling Gang disciples were all smiling, as if they were celebrating the New Year, as if their father's death only provided them with an opportunity to make money.
How can it be ironic to hold funerals upstairs and weddings downstairs?
Scumbags like the Qiling Gang in this world, if they die, just die!
On the night of my father's death, a middle-aged man with a rag on his back, haircuts on his temples, and rugged bones gently knocked on the door of the west house. Before the middle-aged man who called himself Su Ran sat down in the house, he told his grandma that he wanted to "resolve the old grudges for many years and return the bright sun, moon and clear sky to western Liaoning."
Grandma sighed and said, "That's it, let's go." Then she waved her hand to see the guest off.
Su Ran left decisively and rode out of the west gate, never to return.
That night, just like tonight, I watched the moon with my grandma for a long time.
The next day, before dawn, my grandma gently woke me up and said softly to me, "Cicada, don't be greedy. Get up and pack up. Let's pack lightly and leave the city in the morning."
I asked grandma, "Where are we going?"
Grandma said warmly, "The situation in western Liaoning is about to change. For you, Yangle City is already a dangerous city! Let's go, follow grandma, and grandma will take you to a place that is free from the world."
Without even asking about my destination, I followed my grandma out of the east gate and headed east. After a short journey of two and a half days, I followed my grandma to a low mountain more than ten miles northeast of Wuci County. This is where Wuci and Wuci are located. The junction of Ning and Ning counties.
This unknown hill is very wonderful. Although the mountain is short, it is covered with auspicious mist. Although the forest is dense, there are no tigers, leopards and insects. The Ji'en River runs through the mountain, forming a natural boundary. Find a mountain top anywhere and look at this distant mountain. Reflecting on the water and the setting sun, it is endless and endless, and I suddenly have the idea of living here in seclusion all day long and rafting on the current.
Deep in the low mountains and by the Jien River, smoke was rising from cooking. There were dozens of fireworks and more than a hundred households. The villagers were old and young. They were all waiting at the entrance of the village. Grandma, leaning on a cane, smiled at me, " Child, here we are. This is your home!"
These words made me confused, but out of trust in my grandma, I followed her into the village.
I felt that I was not the most beautiful person in the country, but I still amazed the villagers. The leader, an old man, was trembling, gesticulating with emotion, and sighed, "This girl, when I hugged you, you were only the size of a palm. In the blink of an eye, you have already grown up." This old golden guy is so lucky! Hahaha!"
Grandma took me through the past, and the old man led me and grandma to an empty house in the center of the village. The room was fully equipped with everything needed. It looked like it should be the most exquisite little house in the whole village. According to the old man who led the way, this house has been reserved for the descendants of the Jin family, but he didn't expect it to be put to use so quickly.
After a while, two river carps and three barbarians were served to the table by a young man with a tough head and a tough head. Then, the old man said, "Madam, take a rest for a while and we will discuss the rest the next day." Then he excused himself from grandma and turned around to leave. go.
I was filled with doubts. Although I was extremely hungry, I was not in a hurry to eat. I hurriedly asked about the cause and effect, and asked my grandma, "Grandma, is this?"
"Come on, come on, kid, don't be hungry, grandma will talk to you while you eat!" Grandma pulled me to sit on the edge of the earthen bed, picked up a piece of fish belly, and put it on my plate. Her eyes started to dim. Gradually, her eyes filled with tears, which was a sadness that was not even shown at my father's memorial ceremony. Before I could step forward to hold him back, grandma quickly wiped away her tears and sighed softly, "This is all the past many years ago! Today, grandma will tell you everything."
I had a premonition that this would be a sad past, so I gently held my grandma’s hands.
Grandma looked at me tenderly and said, "Your grandfather Jin Yue was originally a lieutenant general under Wu Ci's army. You have read many books, and you must also know about the Qin-Han War many years ago. Your grandfather led his men to found the The Qiling Gang."
I kept nodding my head and said to grandma, "Grandma, you have told this story many times!!"
Grandma patted her thigh with one hand and laughed loudly, "Haha! Look, this man just likes to be verbose when he gets old. I won't talk about what you know. Let's talk about something you don't know. Yes, tell me something that is not in this book. How about it?"
While talking, grandma took another piece of fish for me, and fed it to my mouth this time, and I swallowed it naturally.
Grandma's thoughts gradually fell into the past, and she began to say, "A sixty years ago, the Wuci Mountain in the north of Wuci County was originally called Wuci West Mountain, and the mountain range where you are now, girl, was named Wuci East Mountain. This mountain was originally called Wuci East Mountain. It is a strategic location of the Wu Ci Army. Your grandfather once led a part of the Wu Ci Army to hide troops here as a barrier to defend the eastern border. The Qin-Han War 45 years ago was really tragic. The famous Qin general Feng Qiong led The 100,000-strong Eastern Army of the Qin Dynasty suddenly invaded the territory. With lightning speed, they reached the Old Yan Great Wall within two months. Almost all members of the famous Gongsun family were killed, and the entire Han territory north of the Lingyuan Mountains fell. The Qin Dynasty The soldiers marched straight in, and the supply of food and grass was a problem. Therefore, they used me Han as food. The old and thin men were called "Rao Bahuo", the women were called "Buying Sheep", and the children were called "He Gulan". And I, the Han, are commonly known as 'two-legged sheep'. According to your grandfather's memories, in Wuci County after the war, the most common people in Wuci County were not the living and the dead, but the bones of my Han!"
Hearing this, I got goosebumps all over my body. The scene of people eating people made me shudder.
Grandma picked up her chopsticks, picked up another large piece of fish, and said slowly, "Your grandfather is very good at leading troops in war. There are not many natural barriers in northern Xinjiang. It is a vast black soil. When Feng Qiong reached the north of Liaoxi County, When he arrived at Chisong County on the border, he expected that the entire northern Xinjiang might be lost. So, under the instruction of General Wuci, your grandfather quietly hid Wuci, some people of Wuning and the Wuci army here. Shan, wanted to serve as a team of surprise soldiers to block Da Qin's retreat in the future counterattack. Later, Emperor Shenwu personally led the expedition to block Feng Qiong from outside."
I interrupted grandma at the right time and asked, "Grandma, where is the Central Plains?"
Grandma replied with a smile, "North of the Lingyuan Mountains is the northern border; south of the Lingyuan Mountains is the vast and rich Central Plains!"
I asked smartly, "So, after Emperor Shenwu went to war, he blocked the Qin thieves north of the Lingyuan Mountains on the battlefield in the Northeast, right?"
Grandma nodded, and then said, "The Central Plains is a vast area. As long as the Qin army passes through the Lingyuan Mountains, there will be a clear path. At that time, the Qin army's proud cavalry can gallop through the hinterland of Quzhou, burning, killing, and looting. . Therefore, at that time, Emperor Shenwu was personally in charge of Lingyuan City, the generals fought hard, the soldiers died, and the corpses filled the ravines in the mountains into mountains, thus blocking Qin's offensive."
I remained silent for a while, and finally murmured, "When the country is in trouble, it is really a blessing for the country to have strong men to die!"
Grandma returned to the subject and continued, "While the Qin and Han Dynasties were confronting each other in the Lingyuan Mountains, a child hiding in the mountains with his family accidentally set fire to the mountains and caused smoke. The eagle-eyed guards of the Qin Dynasty were scattered everywhere to investigate immediately. We arrived at the troops and horses hidden in Wucidong Mountain."
I suddenly became nervous and asked hurriedly, "What then? Grandma. Isn't my father exposed?"
