The wind and snow were still raging, and another layer of snow and fog blew in. The snow particles immediately turned the little girl's hair and half of her face white, but she kept smiling.
At the last moment of her life, she thought not of the inheritance of the heroic knife, nor of her poor life experience, but of these children: "Is this rice... enough for them to reach Zhiyun Village?"
The tribune was so confused that even his voice became tense: "Ying... it should be enough!"
The little girl stared at him: "If it's not enough, can you help them?"
Although she was dirty, her eyes were extremely clear. Facing these eyes, the tribune's heart was trembling. He nodded slowly but firmly: "I'll help!"
The little girl smiled again: "Thank you!"
After saying these three words, her eyes slowly closed, and the faint breath disappeared.
"Little girl, little girl, little girl..." the tribune yelled crazily, shaking the little girl's shoulders desperately, "little girl, hold on, wake up, wake up..."
Unfortunately, the little girl will never wake up, and her thirteen-year-old life will be forever fixed in this barren land.
With a "pop" sound, the strips of cloth and herbs in Ding Wenhe's hands also fell to the ground. She also rushed over and cried: "Sister, wake up, wake up..."
A group of children also ran over, kneeling on the snow one after another, crying silently.
The little girl kept smiling, as if telling them that even though she was gone, hope was still there.
Tomorrow, it will definitely be sunny.
The wind and snow did not stop, and they continued to hit the little girl's body. The little body was quickly frozen into an ice sculpture.
The tribune looked at the bag on the rock with fascination. These thirteen bags of rice noodles were obtained by the little girl with her own life. If two days ago someone said that they would exchange their own life for thirteen bags of rice, the protector
The civil officials will definitely think that person is crazy.
But now, there is really such a "madman" who has done such a thing. Perhaps, she is not a madman, but a real person, because only a real person will do the good deeds that he thinks are worthy without hesitation. This kind of
Talent deserves to be called upon.
From beginning to end, the little girl never said her name, but "does it matter if she has no name?" This was what the tribune himself said.
Yes, it doesn't matter whether you have a name or not. What matters is whether you dare, whether you go, and whether you do it.
What have I been doing all this time?
The tribune looked down at his simple knife. What I did was stand here, nominally protecting the village, but in fact, I watched these refugees die tragically one by one, and then felt heartache, indifference, and numbness.
That's all.
I have been standing for nine years. Is what I have done less meaningful than the thirteen bags of rice that the little girl stole? What kind of tribune am I? I am just a puppet who eats and waits for death. I am worse than a
child.
The tribune looked at the rice bag on the rock in a daze. His heart was trembling, contracting, and twitching. The severe pain also made his consciousness fall into a trance.
The little girl's last voice seemed to ring in her ears again: "I said, you are different from the tribunes in other places. You are a good person, because you are willing to stay here for nine years to protect them. You are different.
…”
"What can I do differently?" the tribune murmured.
The voice in the dark seemed to be still answering him: "Because your heart will hurt, and those who will feel heartache are good people. Don't let them down..."
Another gust of wind and snow hit him, and the tribune cried quietly, his vision blurred with tears.
But the tears on his face were frozen by the wind and snow again. Only then did the tribune realize that the severe cold weather was getting worse. If it continued to be cold like this, all the problems could no longer be solved by food. He was an energy user, so he was not afraid.
It's freezing cold, but these kids can't do it.
I can't save everyone here, but I can save the few remaining children, right?
Thinking of this, the tribune turned to Ding Wenhe and said: "Wenhe, pack your things, and you will go to Zhiyun Village at dawn."
Ding Wenhe hesitated: "But what about you, Lord Tribune?"
The tribune said: "I will come back as soon as I go. You guys wait for me here."
The direction he went to was also the main border city, and it took a long time to go there. He didn't return until noon.
When he came back, he was in the same condition as the little girl. He was also crooked and stumbling, and the most terrible thing was that he was seriously injured. There were visible traumas all over his body. He looked like a bloody man.
Ding Wenhe exclaimed and ran forward: "Lord Tribune, Lord Tribune, what's wrong with you?"
The tribune coughed violently, and what came out of his mouth was no longer white gas, but blood.
"I'm going to get the medicine!" Ding Wenhe was frightened.
But the tribune grabbed her and thrust a delicate box into her hands: "Go, go, get out of here quickly!"
"What is this?" Ding Wenhe said he didn't understand.
The tribune gasped even harder: "I have no money... and I can't give you travel expenses... let alone see the city lord... today is the city lord's birthday... I went to grab the gifts from those rich people on the way... this box
There is a jewel inside... Take it to the town over Zhiyun Village to exchange it... You must live well... Don't let that little girl down... Treat her hero's knife well..."
"Lord Tribune, Lord Tribune..." Ding Wenhe tried to help him, but was pushed away.
The tribune could no longer stand still and sat down in the snow: "Quickly move, the guards will be here soon. If we catch up, we will all die."
Upon hearing this, Ding Wenhe quickly turned around to greet a group of children, who were all in a hurry to clean up their belongings.
The tribune was also leaning against the huge rock, and the ice sculpture of the little girl's body was sitting next to him. The smile on the corpse's face had never faded, and the tribune also showed a rare smile for many years: "Little girl... cough
Ahem...did you see it? I also helped them...you can feel at ease now...they will have a tomorrow...there will be hope..."
The blood has dyed the snow red, and the tribune's consciousness is gradually weakening, and his vision is getting blurry, but his heart is unusually calm. In the past nine years, he has never been as calm as this moment, because he
He did something that a tribune should do, something that was full of great significance. His life was no longer gloomy, and his life was full of brilliance. Whether he could survive or not was no longer important.
The meaning of life lies in whether it has ever shined, not in how long you can live.
The tribune's body was gradually getting colder, and his vitality was gradually passing away. When he was about to close his eyes, the last scene he saw was that almost all the children had left, except for Ding Wenhe and the one named Xiao Meng.
Child, the two of them knelt down in tears in the distance, kowtowed to him three times respectfully, and then helped each other and left...
The picture suddenly twisted and rotated again, the transmission of spiritual thoughts stopped, and Ding Meng withdrew the spiritual link.
Although Lu Qing still had her eyes closed, her face was filled with tears. It took a long time before she could speak: "Is that child named Xiao Meng you Mr. Ding Meng?"
Ding Meng did not answer her, but stood up slowly, walked to the window and looked into the distance silently. It took him a long time before he spoke in a low tone: "We walked for a long time, but Wen He
The eldest sister was worried about the tribune and ran back again."
Lu Qing quickly asked: "What happened next?"
Ding Meng said expressionlessly: "The tribune is dead. His limbs were cut off with a sharp weapon and he froze to death on the snow."
Lu Qing said: "But you still survived."
Ding Meng remained expressionless: "Of our sixteen children, only Sister Wenhe and I survived in the end."
Lu Qing said in shock: "Where are the other companions?"
Ding Meng said: "The wind and snow were so strong that many people couldn't hold on until halfway through. They fell down and never got up again."
Lu Qing was speechless. She could understand Ding Meng's mood. Along the way, Ding Meng had many descendants of the heroic knife fighting for the chance of survival for him. These people all wrote heroic stories, unrestrained and unrestrained.
Go forward bravely, a chapter of desperate survival.
Many of them are ordinary people, but they have done many extraordinary things, just like the little girl and the tribune who are the thirteenth generation descendants. Maybe Ding Meng doesn't even know their names, but
They will always live in Ding Meng's heart.
However, Ding Meng was unwilling to touch upon these past events too much. He changed his words and said, "Miss Lu, you should be back to normal now. Try running the source energy."
Lu Qing nodded, closed her eyes again, and slightly moved the origin of her body.
After about five minutes, she opened her eyes, with an indescribable radiance on her face: "Thank you!"
Ding Meng nodded: "You're welcome, it's just a little effort."
Lu Qing looked at him with an extraordinarily complex look in her eyes. Through Ding Meng's spiritual message, she admired Ding Meng's strength and bravery, sympathized with Ding Meng's tragic past, and even appreciated Ding Meng's courage and courage.
.
Lu Qing slowly stood up and walked towards Ding Meng: "Mr. Ding Meng, I have a heartfelt request."
Ding Meng said calmly: "You say."
Lu Qing walked up to him and said passionately: "I want to hug you, is that okay?"
Ding Meng did not answer, silence already meant acquiescence.
Lu Qing got close to him, opened her arms and gently hugged his shoulders. This was her own request, which also meant that she had been cured and was willing to take the initiative to trust a man. In fact, Ding Meng was indeed worthy of her trust.
.
But this hug was a bit awkward, because she was much taller than Ding Meng, and even if she lowered her head, her chin was resting on top of Ding Meng's head.
Facing this warm and fragrant nephrite, Ding Meng was not nervous at all. He could feel the spiritual distance between the two getting closer. He also witnessed Lu Qing's painful experience from the spiritual message, so he gently
He patted Lu Qing's back carefully and stroked her long, tender shawl hair.
"It's okay. It's all over. You have completely improved now." Ding Meng comforted her.
However, the next moment, the quiet and warm atmosphere in the hall was destroyed by a voice from the second floor: "Ah ha, I know your relationship is not simple. You are cuddling here in the middle of the night. Haha, I must have caught you."
