Chapter 1124 The old dream is gone, the new journey (1)
Turn around the alley, cross the long street, and run through the gradually floating city.
The surroundings are a scene of chaos and chaos.
The two figures, one behind the other, slowed down their pace, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard beside a narrow alley.
The wooden door outside has long since disappeared, and the house in the yard is in ruins. There are also traces of the owner's hasty departure, and perhaps they have been visited by beggars or thieves.
"There is no one." The injured boy stated.
He wiped plaster on his face, and the beggar-like figure helped him in.
Check the courtyard and the dilapidated house, looking for anything that can be used. The pots and pans have long gone, and there is only a little firewood left in the house. The blood-stained boy does not move quickly, but the hands and feet of the little beggar
Quickly, I found half an earthen jar in the mud in the corner.
There was still some water in a broken well in the yard, but there was only a well rope. The bucket was gone. The little beggar took off his furoshiki and made it into a small net bag to hold the earthen pot. Then he lowered it with the well rope, brought up some water, and washed it.
The earthen pot was ready to boil water. The boy lit a fire under the shelf of the dilapidated house and talked about the next steps to treat the wound.
Because I was going to participate in the battle, I didn't bring much with me. At this time, I only had a few knives and some wound medicine left on me. The severe bleeding injuries I suffered during the battle had already been dealt with urgently, so I needed to make relatively detailed finishing touches at this time.
Needless to say, the internal injuries require a period of recovery. The boy and girl had a strange relationship when they were in the southwest. At this time, they had no time to reminisce about the past. The boy talked about the healing steps with a cold attitude. The little beggar lowered his head to do things, although he didn’t know that she understood.
I still don’t understand it, but there’s nothing wrong with it.
The flame rose and boiled the water in the earthen pot. The young man tried to tear open the blood-stained clothes. The little beggar washed his hands at his instruction and came to help him. When the young man handed her the scalpel in his hand,
He was slightly stunned.
"What, what's wrong..."
The little beggar, who knew that his body was stained with mud, ran to wash his hands and washed away the black mud on his face. At this time, he squatted in front of him, with a face as simple and elegant as a melon seed, and the hair on the side of his face was stained with mud.
There were some water droplets on it, and for some reason, it reminded him of the little flowers in the spring fields, or the dandelions floating in the wind.
Ah, he looks like that little...little bitch...
"It's nothing..." He shook his head, "...if you can't tear it off, just cut it."
"Um."
She nodded and started to do things carefully.
Outside the courtyard, the noise of the city could be heard in the distance, but perhaps it was because of the war and everyone was rushing out of the city. The courtyard with ruined houses looked quiet in the afternoon sun. The girl tore open his blood-stained clothes.
The clothes were even scabbed in some places, and blood inevitably flowed out. She looked at him from time to time, but his eyes were calm and unmoved.
Of course it hurt, but for some reason, looking at the strange yet familiar face in front of him, he didn't want to speak.
He also picked out broken bamboo sticks from some wounds. They looked quite miserable, and the girl's hands were stained with a lot of blood.
The wounds were treated again, the bleeding was stopped, and medicine was applied. On several wounds, the boy burned the knife red, and then applied a layer of medicinal powder. The girl tore off the tattered clothes she carried in the package and bandaged him - she
During this period of time, I returned to Jiangnan disguised as a beggar. All I had with me were two tattered beggar clothes. One was torn open and the other was ready for the boy to put on.
When she came to Jiangning, she had basically lost all her money, leaving only a few land deeds she brought from the southwest. In the current troubled times, she already understood that there was no possibility of cashing them out. But even so, at this moment, she seemed to be facing
He stated his progress to his peers as if he were facing his elders, but there was a tranquility in his heart that he had not felt in months.
Speaking of Huo Qinghua, talking about the small courtyard, talking about the life and death of those "White Rakshasa", in the end, the small courtyard is gone, and Aunt Huo also died in the internal strife of the Fair Party. There is no order here, no
Good guys and bad guys, the girl hugged her knees. At the end of the day, she didn’t know where to go. She just heard that the Chinese army had arrived in Jiangning, so she wanted to take a look...
"...But, you...how did you come out? Why...didn't you join those people..." She asked in a low voice at the end of her sentence.
Ning Ji was silent for a moment: "I still have some things to do and I can't go back."
"Oh." The girl nodded.
"...If you don't know where to go, let's go together next." There was another silence, and finally Ning Ji turned his face into an iron plate and said this sentence as calmly as possible.
"OK."
"...I mean, if you're not...if you want to follow them...well, forget it."
"……Um."
"...The newspapers are all lies."
"Well, I already knew that."
"good."
The young man pursed his lips and nodded.
Then I changed my name...
He made a decision in his mind.
The healing came to an end, and Qu Longjun began to prepare a small pot of porridge from the dry food he had brought with him. The autumn wind blew through the courtyard, and even among the decaying grass in late autumn, there were small yellow flowers swaying. Ning Ji watched
The girl's figure finally began to recall the scene where Xue Jin died on the road.
I don’t know what the battle will look like. Uncle Chen Fan and the others don’t know if they can successfully suppress Lin Zongwu. This broken Jiangning may become even more broken, but it doesn’t matter. The Su family compound in the past has long become
A piece of ruins, after another round of washing, probably not even those traces will be left, and the people that parents once knew may also be like Xue Jin, scattered in this chaotic age.
When I go back in the future and talk about this period with my father, aunt, and mother, they will probably feel sad. Maybe... I can get beaten less?
There is also the little bald man. I didn’t expect that he would be Lin Dapang’s disciple. This is really a strange combination of circumstances. His nature is not bad, and he will probably cry for a while, but in the future... he may be...
The fat man was taught to be a bad guy. When they meet again one day, they don't know what to say. A beating is a given, but I'm not afraid of him. I'll beat him half to death and spare him once, which will be the end of my kindness.
In addition, the real thing about Uncle Chen Fan and his friends, Uncle Qian, Qi Aunt, Hei Niu, Xiao Hei, Yuwen Feidu, plus Uncle Chen Fan... are all here, all are here... he thought
Here, I feel a bit unable to think about it anymore.
It is impossible to go back. My reputation will be completely ruined by them this time. I originally escaped from the southwest because of such a shameful slander. Now there is no news about that bitch Yu Xiaoer. Uncle Qian and the others will go back.
I want to reflect on my feats in Jiangning:
"His name is the Five Feet Demon."
"Five feet is five equal to one, two, three, four, five..."
"When he got outside, he immediately raped another girl..."
"Chen Fan has seen it with his own eyes..."
"Does your son really have this hobby..."
…
Thinking about it, I feel that the Southwest is going to become a hell on earth.
Before I become famous as the best in the world, I'm afraid I really won't be able to go back.
Of course, maybe we should let Uncle Qian and the others bring peace to themselves...
As the setting sun changed, he thought about these things in his mind and looked at the figure busy beside the earthen pot. He was not too confused about the decision not to go back.
There is nothing wrong with reading thousands of books, traveling thousands of miles, and traveling in rivers and lakes. Maybe when my father sends his troops to the south of the Yangtze River to save the world, I will be strong and invincible. Then I will be able to help my father and brother and make some real achievements.
It's a big deal.
At this moment, this is what he thought.
Of course, not long after, it was dark, and in a courtyard in the north of the city, Chen Fan, Qian Luoning, Xiao Qi, Hei Niu and others, as he expected, chatted about how he had become so famous all the way here.
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In another place in the west of the city, the huge monk faced the bonfire and listened quietly to his apprentice telling the story of his journey with Long Aotian, a young man from the Chinese Army. They were not far ahead.
Here, members of the Great Light Sect were facing Wang Nanda's mourning hall, chanting mighty scriptures.
Among the noisy and loud sounds, the young monk's voice was like a ripple in the torrent of the vast sea. Lin Zongwu listened to it all quietly...
In this world, all life is like an insignificant drop in this vast ocean. At this moment, the sea is covered with dark clouds and raging, and heavy rain is about to fall in a hurricane. Who can notice the insignificant drop in this ocean?
Just like senior sister Sikong Nan and junior brother Wang Nanda, after a short flight, they finally went into the abyss of being forgotten.
In the blink of an eye, the life that was once full of future disappeared without a trace in the heavy rain of this world.
When he thought of this, he felt extremely sad.
"Amitabha."
The huge figure touched the little bald donkey's shoulder and sighed slightly.