For a Prosperous World

It should be said that there are a lot of people on the streets in Xianyang City. From time to time, we can see some young people walking by the side of the road carrying heavy loads. After the fighting, the people who returned from armor removal. I can see two or three old people sitting on the roadside talking and joking, and the children at home can always talk and laugh. The children ran across and bumped into passers-by. The others just smiled and touched the child's head.

The sunshine is so good that it makes the street warm. The green trees along the road are good and the leaves are lush. Between the slate on the road, a few green grasses came out, adding a bit of green.

A man in a white dress walked slowly down the street and looked at the people on both sides with a smile in his eyes.

But with a full face on his face, the appearance of a cricket can only scare people.

Before a pub, she stopped, as if thinking about it, and finally walked in.

It seemed to feel like someone. The tavern looked up and saw the person in front of him for a moment, but still asked with a smile: "What do the guests want?"

"A pot of wine." Gu Nan said stiffly, took out a few ring money from his waist and put it on the table.

How long has she not bought this? She should not remember it. What a smell it is, I'm afraid I just remember it.

"Wait a minute." The shopkeeper said with a smile, letting go of his work.

Walked to the back and took out a bottle of wine: "Guest, your wine."

"Um." Gu Nan took the spy and started to sink slightly. "Thank you."

He walked out of the tavern with his wine and looked at the sky.

When it was just after noon, he seemed hesitant, and walked towards the east of the city.

There was the sound of a muffler outside the suburbs. Perhaps a shepherd boy who was idle was sitting on the back of the old cow. The flute sounded far away, it should be from a distance. Playing in a country key that I haven't heard before, it's a bit melodious.

Gu Nan walked along the path, smelling of grass, and a few pieces of grass turned up in the wind, floating towards the sky. Wildflowers that didn't know their names were clustered by the roadside, with a few drops of morning dew on it. The humming of the insects was shallow and disappeared among the grass.

At the end of the path was a dirt **** in the woods. Watching the white robe man approach, a little beast raised his head among the grass and ran away.

Gu Nan followed the path up the dirt slope, but there were five green tombs. Standing there alone, no one was seen.

Stepping on the grass made a slight capricious sound.

Gu Nan took the wine and sat down in front of the grave.

The right hand was placed on the wine jar, and there was a scar on the back and palm. This was when Jing Jing pierced her palm, she never left a scar. But that time was different, maybe because it was a sword used to kill the king. The moment the sword pierced her palm, she could vaguely feel something, something unclear.

The palm opened the seal of the jar, and sitting there, she took off her nail face, exposing the face under the nail face.

The blue silk hangs down and falls to the side of the face, but the face is as before.

But she is no longer what she was.

It is no longer the young man in Qingshang Wangxuesi's hometown, nor is he the drunk who is drunk with wine.

Dressed in plain clothes, she had no idea where the road was coming from, but everyone called her a bereavement.

Xiao Lu and Huaxian also left in these years, she couldn't keep it.

Without saying anything else, raised the jar and drank his head.

Gu Gan's liquor, such as a throat, Gu Nan also remembered what this taste should be, the taste of long bitterness.

The man in white robes sat in the woods, listening to the forest wind until the sun was leaning.

The long pastoral flute sounded from a distance, and it was the pastoral boy who returned. There was a hoof, and the burdock sounded from the path.

A child in a short coat rides on a cow's back and holds a bamboo flute with few holes in his hand.

He turned his head and saw a man on the hillside. It was a good looking woman and he was dazed. Holding the cow, he walked on the road, and looked around wryly.

The woman looked towards the setting sun, picked up a nail from her side and put it on her face. The appearance of that face was scary. The shepherd boy did not understand why such a beautiful woman should take such a scary face.

He didn't think about it. He took the bamboo flute and blew it, and the sound of the flute slowly disappeared at the end of the path.

The setting sun is sinking.

"Is there a good look in this world?"

No one answered her. Gu Nan, holding the empty wine jar, got up and left.

Before leaving, I glanced back, empty.

The street in front of Wu'an Junfu was deserted, and Gu Nan stood in front of the door, reached out and pushed open the door.

The fallen leaves inside the door fell to the ground, it should have been cleaned for a long time. The evening breeze blew through, and the fallen leaves turned gently.

The front of the hall was dark, Gu Nan walked alone, turned around and entered the small courtyard.

While the old tree was still standing there, Black Brother stood by the old tree and saw Gu Nan coming back slowly and walking up, bumping his forehead on her body.

Gu Nan gently held the black brother, smiled, and touched his horse's mane.

Heihe is also old, and can no longer run a few years ago.

In Wu'an Junfu, there was no light tone of the piano, no few jokes, and no one stood behind her and clothed her with a piece of clothes.

"Wife, I'm back." At that time, the old man walked home with a girl laughing and then was scolded by the old lady.

"Let her stay." The wife sighed.

Since then, there has been one more person in this house.

Gu Nan turned back blankly, as if she saw the lights in the hall light up slightly, Bai Qi and Wei Lan were sitting together and beckoning her to dinner.

Bai Qi asked her how the soldiers were backing. Wei Lan patted Bai Qi's head and said that soldiers would not let my girl eat anymore?

Xiao Lu was standing aside with a smile. Huaxian held the harp, and the harp was moving. Lao Lian was holding Black Brother and had just returned from a walk in front of the door.

Everything seems to be the same as before, but it's just that, in the middle of the house, there is no one in the house.

Gu Nanmo turned back silently, smiling and fed some black grass to the black brother.

Holding Wuge, sitting under the old tree.

Tree shadow mother-in-law, Gu Nan raised his head, the leaves held the moonlight quiet.

The person underneath laughed: "This battle has ended ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Are you all not accompanying me?"

No one answered her.

The voice trembled, and the man seemed to be unable to hold back anymore and lowered his head.

A leaf from the old tree fell on a long piano on the side of the desk case, as if the string was undulating.

In those years, young men in blue shirts settled in this house. They studied under veterans and played with nature.

Wang Xue missed home, and took off the snow flakes in the girl's hair. Accidentally hit and left the displaced person.

The teenager is successful, and he travels outside Xinjiang until the veteran leaves. With great aspirations, look for the world. The old man was absent, the sound of the piano was the same, and the green-shirted woman frowned slightly, and she wore the cloak to help her.

While in the army, the leader marched without knowing the return date. This house has been deserted all year round, but there are still people waiting by the candle, until the blue silk fails, and the face is old.

To this day, the human voice is getting farther away, and the scene of that year can only be seen in dreams.