After learning the news that Chen Zhang was dead, Chen Chong wandered on the street in a daze. At that moment, he felt that he was in a bad mood, but he felt that there was no disturbance. After all, the nightmare a few days ago had already made him feel something in his heart.
Preparation. Just being prepared is one thing. The moment he heard the news, Chen Chong still felt an unspeakable depression. It couldn't be said to be sad, nor could it be said to be mournful. He just felt that he should go for a walk, so he followed
He told his cabinet ministers and guards that he wanted to go out for a walk.
Once he started walking, Chen Chong got a sense of reality from nothingness, as if he was chasing something or looking for something. But what exactly was it? Chen Chong couldn't think of it, or he didn't think about it in detail. He just felt that maybe he should keep walking.
Going down, the result of going on, is to gain some kind of relief. But is there really relief? As soon as this thought emerged from his mind, it was covered by the scent of osmanthus on the street. Chen Chong looked at the green branches dotted with
Tiny yellow flowers appeared, and he couldn't help but stop for a moment. Several children were shaking the sweet-scented osmanthus into the sachet. They laughed, but Chen Chong felt that he couldn't fit in.
Chen Chong then continued to walk out, just walking without thinking about anything. This feeling made him feel comfortable, just like a wooden leaf between heaven and earth. Although it was drifting in the wind, nothing could make him feel worried.
What do all things add to me? And what do I add to all things? Even if I am in the midst of thousands of waves, I am still me, and I will not be moved at all.
I don't know when the sky changed, and he left Luoyang City and passed Yangqu. When he came to his senses, it was already late at night with the bright moon hanging high. And he was on Beimang Mountain, surrounded by lush grass.
, the trees are quiet. But most of them are simple tombs, where hundreds of celebrities and nobles are buried, and the wealth and wealth are turned into dust. Fortunately, after the capital was moved back to Luoyang, the Sili Mansion sent guards to clean it.
It will never become a lair of wild beasts again.
When Chen Chong realized that he was in it, he then realized why he came: he wanted to find his wife's grave. However, the coffins of Cai Yan and Wan Nian were both buried in Chang'an, and he was destined to not find it here.
Until this moment, he was finally struck by the sorrow of pursuing him. His whole body was trembling with chills. Then he slowly bent down and covered his face with his incomplete palms. A feeling of vomiting rose from his throat, but again
He was suppressed by Chen Chong.
Death, death again, is this destiny? Or accidental? Is it his own sin? Or is it a trick of nature? At this time, he thought of his father Chen Kui, an ordinary scholar who had not established any achievements in his life. When he saw him come back to attend the funeral,
, threatened to put him under house arrest. In the past, he only thought his father was cowardly, but now he can understand the reason why his father wanted to put him under house arrest. People are so fragile and may disappear in a dream like a bubble at any time. He can't explain these things.
The family affairs that were still messy are now no longer necessary to argue about.
Even after enlightening himself in this way, Chen Chong still wet his blue shirt with tears. He started to keep walking. Although he could not find his wife's tomb here, he knew that Xuande's tomb was at the foot of Mang Mountain. In the mountain mausoleum called Zhaoling
, he can still get some comfort in his heart.
By the time Chen rushed to Zhaoling, the night had come to an end. A faint white appeared on the eastern horizon, and the starry sky was also dyed with a faint purple light. The soldiers guarding the tomb couldn't help being frightened when they saw the prime minister coming at this time.
Fortunately, Chen Chong just gave a brief greeting and went to the main temple alone. There was a statue of Liu Bei on the temple, and there were also the memorial tablets of some ministers around it, including Duan Xuan, Xun You, Zang Hong, and Chang Xi.
, Kong Rong, Bian Rang, Liu Xuan, Xu Huang, and Taishi Ci, but some of the spiritual seats are still empty. Chen Chong knew that the first place in the queue was actually his own. He stood in the center of the hall, and many memories came flooding back.
After returning home, the countless prosperous months seemed to have turned into a tombstone. He felt increasingly old, so old that he no longer belonged to this world.
Chen rushed up to a stick of incense and couldn't help but think, what is the world after death like? He would never think about this issue originally, and he didn't believe in spirits in the past. But sometimes he had to waver, otherwise
Why do I exist? Why do other people exist? After death, can I get a new life? Chen Chong doesn't know, but he does have this hope at the moment. Even if it is not true, he hopes it is true. After all, human beings
If you die, you will have nothing. This is indeed an extremely cruel thing. Chen Chong thought, if all his friends are still there under Jiuquan, I hope they can take good care of Hanzhen and make up for their mistakes.
Thinking this way, although Chen Chong still didn't feel relieved, his heart finally calmed down. He sat down, leaned against a pillar in the temple, and fell asleep in a daze. Waiting for him to wake up again
It was already noon that day. The sun shone in and fell on his shoulders. Chen Chong raised his head and saw the eyes of Liu Bei's statue. He smiled unconsciously, stood up and said to himself: "I'm telling you a joke."
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After a brief tidying up, he asked the guard to borrow a horse and walked back slowly. Only then did he have the energy to look at the way he came, but he couldn't help but find that there were many ragged children catching insects in the fields along the way.
, and among the streets along the way, there were many peasant women wearing rough thorn hairpins, but not many men. Thinking about the reason, it is probably because many people died south of the river. Seeing this situation, Chen Chong thought, there are also
Hundreds of thousands of people have endured the same grief, and I am not even half as important as them. It doesn't matter that I am an old man, but what about the women who have lost their husbands and the children who have lost their fathers? I have to be responsible for them too.
While he was thinking, he suddenly heard someone making loud noises to the south. Chen Chong was startled. He turned around and realized that a child had fallen into the water. There were more than a dozen children shouting for help around him, as well as five or six adults.
They rushed over, but found that the water was deep and the river was wide, and no one dared to save him.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The situation was critical. Chen Chong had no time to think about it. He immediately jumped off the horse and jumped into the river. The river water in early autumn was only slightly cool, and Chen Chong adapted a little.
As soon as he got out of the water, he swam towards the child who had fallen into the water. The drowning boy was already in a panic. He was thrashing around in the water, moving his hands and feet wildly. His little face sometimes came out of the water, and was quickly washed down by the current. Seeing this, Chen Chong took a deep breath first.
After taking a breath, he dived into the water again and used his back to lift the boy up. The boy gradually stopped panicking now that he had support, but he was holding Chen Chong tightly with both hands, which made him feel a little heavy.
Fortunately, the child was only four or five years old and was not too heavy. Chen Chong spent some time and brought him to the shore. People on the shore hurriedly picked him up, and then someone said: "There is another one on the shore."
In the river." Chen Chong didn't have time to rest after hearing this, so he continued to go back to the water to search. However, he came too late, and his eyesight in the water was very poor, and many things he saw were dark. He took three breaths, three times
Even though he was exhausted, he couldn't find another drowning child. At this point, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted as soon as he landed. Thanks to someone pressing his chest a few times, he regained consciousness.
Come.
At this time, the mothers of the two children rushed over. The one who found that the child had been rescued was ecstatic, while the one who couldn't find the child cried loudly on the spot, hugged Chen Chong's legs and said: "Benefactor, please look again."
Look, look for it again!" Chen Chong felt very guilty, but he really didn't have the strength, so he could only take out the seal from his waist and ask them to find the local pavilion chief, and then they went to the river to fish for people together. Everyone watched
After receiving his seal of prime minister, no one thought for a moment that the old man in front of him, who was soaked and dressed in ordinary clothes, was actually the prime minister of the current dynasty.
Someone whispered: "The Prime Minister looks like an ordinary person, there is nothing extraordinary about him?"
In an extremely tired situation, Chen Chong waited until the director of the pavilion came over and directed them to build a raft, then cast a fishing net on the river and fished for almost an hour before finally picking up the child from the bottom of the river. The child's body was very small.
It was light, but when Chen Chong returned him to his mother, the peasant woman was already suppressed and could not speak. She held the child and trembled her lips, only bowing her head deeply towards Chen Chong. Chen Chong could only remain silent because of this.
Then he sent someone to the mansion to get a piece of gold cake and gave it to the local pavilion chief, asking him to exchange the money for food to support the widows and widowers in the pavilion.
After doing this, Chen Chong was exhausted and couldn't think about anything. He called a bullock cart and told him the location of the Prime Minister's Mansion, then he fell asleep quietly in the car. But it was different from Zhaoling.
That sleep, this time he slept very peacefully, there was nothing in his dream, only soundless silence.
When he woke up again, Chen Chong found that he was already on the couch and had changed into a plain gauze dress. As expected, Dong Bai was also in front of the couch, cooking a bowl of minced meat to warm him up. Chen Chong glanced at his wife and said the first sentence
The words were: "Ah Bai, Hanzhen is gone." Dong Bai looked back at him, nodded slowly and said, "I know, you didn't come back last night, and Taichung came here specifically to pass the letter."
Chen Chong added: "Then let Zhinu and Zhongcheng (Zhao Qiu) come over."
Chen Xiu had no idea what was going on. He was as carefree as usual. When Chen Chong held him in his arms, he looked into his eyes, trying to find the mark of Chen Zhang in the past, while Chen Xiu touched it with his hands.
Looking at his old father's incomplete brow bone, Chen Chong smiled and turned to Zhao Qiu, who was sitting beside him, and said, "Have you brought your flute? How about playing "Qingque Helan Mountain" again?" Zhao Qiu naturally nodded in agreement, and he continued
He took out the flute from his arms and sat down facing the willow tree outside the door. After a while, melodious tunes sounded from the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. The autumn wind also rose in response to the time, making the willow leaves rustle and move, and the swallows and swallows on the tree
The sparrows also chirped in agreement, and Prime Minister Chen Chong's thoughts traveled upstream through the long river of time, back to the distant past.