"The general doesn't care whether the concubine is dead or not. What he cares about is the heir who died before he was born!" The man lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I heard that it is a baby boy who has already formed."
"Sigh... the hearts of the military have been unstable recently, and even the general has been disturbed." There was a sigh.
"Stop talking like a bitch! Get to work quickly. Get up early tomorrow to get food so that you can go to the outer city to send off the poor souls." Someone mentioned the cremation to be held the next day for the family members of the soldiers who died in the massacre.
The men were silent.
Amid the monotonous and harsh sound of washing, sighs arose again: "Something happened to Hu Ba and Suo Erhu's family in our camp, and several people, big and small, died."
Someone thought of something and raised his head to the stone statue-like figure beside the stove and shouted: "Mayne! Weren't you in the outer city that day? Did you see those thugs? I heard that those people are evil spirits from hell.
, faceless, head wrapped in black cloth, scary to death! Mayne, have you seen it?"
The figure beside the stove was like a stone pillar, turning a deaf ear to their questions.
The cooks looked at each other in surprise, wondering if the young stable boy who was suddenly favored by the general and suddenly demoted back to Sima Camp was frightened by the murderer.
The kitchen was filled with the pungent smell of sticky porridge. "Mayne, the porridge is mushy!" someone suddenly screamed.
Mei Liangchen subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold the bowl. "Crack!" She forgot that what she was holding was something dangerously hot. Not only did her fingers get blistered, she also pushed Bater's hot porridge back into the stove, causing it to rise.
Bursts of pungent and unpleasant white smoke...
"Oh my God, Mayne, you're burned!"
Some people went to get cold water, and some went to get scalding medicine, but she violently broke away from the well-meaning soldiers and rushed out of the felt tent like a crazy mare.
"Maine...where are you going..." Someone chased him out worriedly.
She acted as if she hadn't heard anything and ran forward.
Siqin....Siqin....
The innocent neighbors who suffered...
Her heart seemed to be blocked by a huge boulder, and she was so pressed that she couldn't breathe. Anger, sadness, sadness, endless regret and hatred, all kinds of complex emotions were tangled in her heart. She could only run without stopping.
He ran as fast as he could to dispel the overwhelming resentment in his body.
run..
run..
She couldn't feel anything except the whistling wind in her ears. The grassland in front of her was as dark as the endless road to hell. She ran tirelessly, and the painful and sad sound of "ah ah" was thrown far away to the grassland.
..
Her parents' loving smiling faces seemed to appear in front of her eyes, "Good day, come on! We will always be with you!"
Dad, Mom.
She seemed to be back to the night she lost them. She was running like this frantically to vent her anger without stopping. She ran and ran... When her consciousness was confused, she saw her parents' smiling faces reflected in the sky. They were also encouraging like this.
The daughter who had lost her confidence stayed strong to live. She admired the girl who refused to bow to her fate. She was so brave that she could walk through every street in the dark alone with a smile, like an antelope licking her wounds alone.
All the heartache is thrown into the wind...
ah
ah
She is no longer so brave! She is a coward! She wants to go home, to her hometown where there is no blood, no violence, no brutality, no killing...
"Meengiya...you give me back my body...Meengiya...I hate you...hate you..." When the lights of the outer city in the distance looked like
When her eyes lit up like stars, she screamed in pain, threw herself on the cold grass, and cried bitterly...
Battelle came to the door tremblingly, looked at the endless black grassland in the distance, and sighed deeply...
According to Min Liao custom, you should not cry too much after the death of a loved one, otherwise, the tears will become a river and take away the blessings of the living.
The outer city at night.
The tents of every household were lit with ever-burning lanterns. Amid the endless lights, the quiet outer city was enveloped in a sad atmosphere.
The sad-looking Baiyin trembled and dressed the body of his wife Siqin in burial robes. The straight rows of shining buttons on the collarless waistcoat were taken by Alahan and played with. He raised his childish face and said, "Ah
Oh my mother..." He slapped his mother who couldn't sleep...
Bai Yin, whose heart was hurt by this scene, burst into tears unexpectedly and fell on Siqin's peaceful face. With tears streaming down his face, he couldn't help shouting sadly: "Siqin... don't look at me anymore, look at Allah
Isn’t it weird? You didn’t keep your word... We promised to grow old together, but you left me... Siqin... Siqin..."
The only thing that responded to him was his wife's eyes that were always closed...
He picked up his son, buried his face in his jacket, and cried silently.
"Ah...ah..." Alahan suddenly raised his little hand excitedly and patted his shoulder.
Mei Liangchen's black hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her lips were bitten with blood, but she didn't cry. She faced Bai Yin's surprised gaze and slowly walked towards Siqin.
She knelt down, opened Siqin's arms and put them around her thin and trembling shoulders.
"Siqin, hug me again, okay?"
Siqin's embrace was still so warm. She used her unique tenderness to bring her wounded heart to the vast grassland, telling her not to be sad. The winter snowstorm would always pass... In the warm felt tent, she hugged her
I said to myself, Mayne, let this be your home. When you have been wronged and miss your hometown, come and sit at home. I will prepare the best mutton and warm fur coats waiting for you.
Now, she misses her, home, and the lovely Alahan, but... Siqin's gentle smile will never greet her again, right?