The small gathering in the tent allowed Yun Ye to completely integrate into the feudal family of the Tang Dynasty. Whether it was Zhang Sun Chong playing the sword and composing songs, or Li Huairen throwing away his crown and relieving his hair and roaring to make peace, they all aroused his long-dormant passion and depression.
The feeling in his chest made him want to shout, roar, and gallop. The beef sandwiched between the chopsticks fell on his lap, and he still stuffed the empty chopsticks into his mouth and chewed it with relish. He somewhat hated that feeling in his heart.
Indifferent. Once upon a time, he was passionate and impassioned. Now, when he hears that the country is in trouble, he has no consciousness to die for it. Could it be that I am not a pure Tang Dynasty person? I have no such obligation. I feel shameless even with this thought.
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The party ended in Lao Cheng's anger, and all five people, including Li Chengqian, were imprisoned in the dungeon. Two days were for Yun Ye and Li Chengqian's punishment. Four days were for Chang Sun Chong drinking and singing, Li Huairen yelling, and Cheng Chumo wielding a knife.
The punishment for Luan Wu was to cut the tent. It was strange. Li Chengqian did not argue at all, accepted the punishment, and followed the military judge to the dungeon. Upon seeing this, Yun Ye had no choice but to Xiao Gui and Cao Guaigui and was taken away. Cheng Chumo and the other three were overjoyed. They were not beaten and had no other choice.
The punishment was only for four days. As if they were taking advantage, he urged the jailer to lock them in quickly, for fear that Cheng Yaojin would regret it. He did not see the teasing look in Lao Cheng's eyes at all.
The dungeon was built entirely according to Yun Ye's design. It was five steps long, eight steps wide, and no more than a foot high. There was only one bed inside, a few pots, a cup, a clean bucket, and a candle that was no more than three inches high. Above the wall were
There is a breathable hole half a foot long and wide. Sitting on the bed, you can only hear your own breathing. It is dark but not humid. The thick soil layer unique to the Loess Plateau has absorbed all the excess water. A ray of bright light shines into the dungeon through the air hole.
Dust was flying on it. It was the only thing that moved in the dungeon, except Yun Ye himself. The jailer closed the cell door without making a sound, and Yun Ye heard the sound of chains rattling, which was probably the most he could hear in the past two days.
The loudest sound. In the next two days, there will be no sound except for delivering food from under the door and delivering water and changing buckets. Cheng Chumo and the others may not be afraid of physical torture, but mental torture will make them unforgettable for the rest of their lives.
In such a dungeon, one day is pleasant, two days are fatal, three days are ruined, and four days are worse than death. I hope they can survive it. Lao Cheng obviously wants to test the power of the dungeon and experiment with a few brothers.
He rested his hands on the thin blanket behind his head and stared at the roof in a daze. This was a claustrophobic environment. There were no outsiders except himself. There was no need to wear a mask or pretend to be a teenager. The relatives in his mind could be eliminated.
They lined up to see him. The kindness of his mother, the gentleness of his wife, and the liveliness of his son all appeared before his eyes one by one as if they were real. Yun Ye knew that he could only look at them and not touch them with his hands, because he could only reach out and touch them.
The beautiful illusion will be fragmented, and what you touch will always be more real than what you see with your eyes. Well, the heart can fly freely and travel through time and space. The body after taking off the disguise is so light, and the whole person is so transparent. Cloud
Ye found that he fell in love with this claustrophobic space. Lao Cheng was so understanding and knew that he needed an independent space, so he gave him this opportunity. Here, dreams become real. His wife is smiling like a flower, his mother is talking warmly, and his son,
My son is still so worrying. My heart hurts like a knife, and tears finally flood the world.
It's been two days. Yun Ye has been immersed in nostalgia for two days. Meals are brought and taken away. He doesn't eat, drink or sleep. His body's metabolism seems to have stopped. Only his mind is churning. More than thirty years of past events.
Like a movie replaying, over and over again, the happiness of childhood, the innocence of boyhood, the beauty of falling in love, the sweetness of newlyweds, the joy of the birth of a son. Just as I was about to relive the sweetness of newlyweds, I heard Old Cheng getting furious.
The voice said: "Boy, what are you doing?" Oh my god, how could I have Lao Cheng when I was newly married? This is a nightmare. I have to get rid of him quickly. It's such a disgrace. Just as I was about to take action, I was picked up by the collar again.
In mid-air, he sighed: "Uncle Cheng, is the time up?"
"Nonsense, if I don't come back, your kid will starve to death." Lao Cheng's eyes were full of worry. Li Chengqian's face was full of tears, his hair was like tangled grass, standing behind Lao Cheng, still sobbing. This kid was locked up badly.
"It's rare to be quiet these past two days. My nephew can't help but miss his master. He thinks of some past events, which makes people feel happy and sad. I'm obsessed with him for a while. I'm not surprised."
"No wonder you laugh and cry all the time. It turns out that you miss your master, and you still have some filial piety. After a while, you go outside and carve a sign with a few sticks of incense and offer it for a few days. If you have something to think about, you won't think about anything.
Buried in the heart, it will hurt the mind, damn it is more terrible than hurting the body. There is a limit to how many thoughts and tears a person has. The more you use, the less you will have in the future. It is so precious. You are only fifteen years old. There will be more in the future.
When you are sad, it is better to use less now." Li Chengqian pointed to the tears on his face, meaning that he also needs comfort. This guy is becoming more and more humane. This is what an eleven-year-old child should be like. Old
Cheng curled his lips: "Young boy Yun is sad, but you are crying. A man like you will urinate after being locked up for two days. Do you want me to wipe it for you?" After saying that, he turned away and left. Li Chengqian's face turned red and he opened his mouth not knowing what to say.
What? Yun Ye patted his shoulder: "You asked General Cheng to comfort you, but your head hit a pig?" Li Chengqian rushed on Yun Ye's back and strangled his neck with both hands, but Yun Ye didn't care and carried him on his back.
Get out of the dungeon.
A huge bowl of steamed noodles brought Yun Ye back to his senses. Li Chengqian held his stomach and groaned, having eaten too much. He raised his eyebrows at him provocatively, meaning that he had also eaten a huge bowl, and ignored Li Chengqian's boring behavior.
Didn’t you see Wangcai keep poking his head into the tent? I haven’t seen you for two days and you missed me.
Wangcai is becoming more and more humane, talking to Yun Ye in the name of Tulu. Yun Ye understands everything without a translator. It's just that he hasn't seen Yun Ye in the past two days and thinks that Yun Ye has escaped alone to eat and drink.
, it is really not interesting enough to escape from this hell on earth without taking it with you. Yun Ye solemnly explained to it the reason for his absence for the past two days. It was not that he escaped, but that he was locked up. Wangcai knew the pain of being locked up, and felt the same.
He bowed his head to Yun Ye to forgive him, and asked him to brush the thick fur that he had prepared for the winter and make it tidy for the winter. The man and the horse communicated happily, and Yun Ye often told them about the advantages and disadvantages of the mare, and how to make money.
Completely added. Completely ignoring the weird looks from the people coming and going.
A fat man wearing leather armor stood aside and watched the interaction between humans and horses with great interest. He put his hands on his huge belly and tapped it from time to time. Yun Ye looked a little embarrassed. He had never seen this fat man before, and he also
He is about the same age as Yun Ye before he traveled through the wormhole, in his thirties, and his face still has the traits inherited from the Hu people, with deep eye sockets, eyeballs with a light yellow color, a straight and aquiline nose, and a round, fat face.
With a warm and warm smile on his face, Yun Ye noticed him, walked over, patted Wangcai on the back, and said "good horse". Yun Ye, who is so popular, bowed and said, "This is the gift of this junior.
A wild horse picked up in the wilderness does not dare to praise its predecessors, because it does not know the names of its predecessors. "
"My eldest son, Sun Wuji."
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