After Li Siye drove the ox cart across the other side, he looked around and saw no one crossing the river. They held jars one by one, hid the wine in the grass, and hurried back.
Xiaosi was still standing there holding the horse. Li Siye jumped down from the carriage shaft, looked at him with a smile and asked: "Aren't you curious why the wine jar is so heavy?"
Yan Xiaosi nodded, then shook his head.
He couldn't see any thoughts in Yan Xiaosi's eyes, so he said again: "You can open it and see what's inside."
Xiao Si lowered his head and glanced at the jars again, and shook his head decisively: "I still won't look at them."
The two of them worked together to carry the jar onto the bullock cart. Yan Xiaosi took the lead and drove the horse towards the bridge. He held a whip and looked at Xiaosi's thin figure on the horse. He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled: "It's a bit interesting."
He has always had a sense of superiority. As a modern soul, he thinks that his moral level and way of thinking are far superior to those of the ancients. But today, after seeing what Yan Xiaosi did, he felt that he was missing something.
Apart from those things that predict the future, and those slightly rich reserves of knowledge, if he didn't have these things, what would he have to be proud of?
They walked and stopped all the way, and after sixteen days, they crossed the Wei River and finally returned to Chang'an City.
Li Siye drove an ox cart into the city from the Golden Light Gate, followed by Yan Xiaosi who was riding a horse behind him. His eyes were full of novelty and dazzling light. His eyes were like kaleidoscopes, reflecting the prosperity in front of him, which was novel and exciting. Li Siye
I can understand this feeling. When he opened his eyes and came to Chang'an, he felt the same excitement.
They crossed half of Chang'an City, passing by Xishi and Ximing Temple in Yankangfang. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the green tile roof of the temple. The streets were bustling with people, including men wearing futou, women and children.
People were playing in the streets holding candies, merchants were carrying burdens, and actors and actresses wearing masks had just finished joining the army.
"There are so many people. I have never seen so many people in Anxi all year."
Li Siye drove the bullock cart with a smile. After leaving Chang'an for more than three years, the familiar feeling returned. Whether it was this life or the previous life, this city seemed to have been integrated into his soul. Even in his sleep, he dreamed of dragons.
The Daming Palace on Shouyuan has thousands of brackets, billions of watts, and the setting sun looks like thousands of dragon scales. The spine of an animal lying looking at the sky, the wind chimes hanging under the brackets, and the vermilion palace walls are arranged in layers. He was once lucky enough
Follow the prince into the palace, and take a close look at Xuanyuan Hall, the Nine Heavens Palace that dominates the world.
Yan Xiaosi murmured beside him: "We have been saying in Dial City all day long that we want to protect the Tang Dynasty and Chang'an. It turns out that this is the Chang'an we want to protect."
Li Siye whipped the cow expressionlessly, but his heartstrings were touched by Yan Xiaosi's words. In the hearts of these soldiers, Chang'an was no longer a physical city, but a symbol of the spiritual level. The Daming Palace on Longshou Plain was
It is a totem pole that symbolizes spirituality. Ordinary people will not be able to get close to it in their lifetime, but it does not prevent them from looking up. The first thing that generals and businessmen who come back from the distant borders of the empire see is this thousand-year wonder.
"Turn in from the square gate, go to my home in Xinchangfang first, and put the wine there."
"The captain still has a home in Chang'an City."
"It's just a rented house, but I seem to have the strength to buy it."
He suddenly stopped the bullock cart and saw the small courtyard where he had lived for a long time. The leaves of the sycamore tree outside the door were thick and textured green. He was a little afraid to go in at the moment. He closed his eyes and imagined what he might see next.
Picture. Mei'er is sitting on the corridor in front of the main room with a table and a table, holding a book in her hands and reading loudly. Gao Shi is pacing and listening with his hands behind his back, identifying the errors in her pronunciation. Zhang Xiaojing is standing with an ax for chopping firewood.
On one side, he stepped on wooden stakes and nodded secretly with a grin on his scarred face. In fact, he didn't understand anything. Two old maids gathered around the edge of the well platform holding a wooden basin and a washboard. They didn't dare to make too much noise while washing.
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"Colonel, Colonel." Yan Xiaosi looked over from his horse and asked twice: "Why don't you go forward, Colonel?"
Li Siye opened his eyes and smiled without saying a word. He drove the bullock cart and continued to move forward, stopping in front of the courtyard gate. He turned around and jumped off the carriage. The courtyard door was open in his sight, but he did not see that exquisite and lively figure, nor did he see that exquisite and lively figure.
The scholar who didn't hear Lang Lang.
He entered the yard alone and looked around. The mulberry trees in the yard were much taller than four years ago, and the leaves were green and thick, as if he could catch water in a handful. Although the house looked old, it was no different from when he left.
But where did Li Mei'er go? Gao Shi and Zhang Xiaojing were not here. Didn't that girl Wen Ran say she would come over often to take care of her? And where did the two old ladies he hired go?
Yan Xiaosi was holding the horse outside, looking at Li Siye who was in a daze in the yard, wondering whether he should go in or not.
Li Siye suddenly saw the stable, where the Qinghao horse that once belonged to King Shou was tied up. He reached in and stroked the horse's face, and asked quite emotionally: "Old man, can you still recognize me?"
Qingzhuo stretched out her tongue and licked his hand, her huge eyes filled with gentleness. Then she closed her eyes and let Li Siye stroke the horse's mane.
A girl's voice, as clear as an oriole, sounded outside the door: "Why are you standing outside my door and not coming in?"
Li Siye suddenly let go of Qingzhui and walked quickly to the center of the yard. He saw two girls standing outside the door. Wen Ran was wearing a goose-yellow chest-length skirt. Her hair was pulled up high with copper hairpins inserted horizontally.
Carrying a basket, Meier was wearing a light pink gauze skirt, with her hands tied above her head. She raised her hands in a salute gesture and asked Yan Xiaosi.
Li Siye couldn't help but feel a sore nose, smiled comfortingly and said to himself: "This girl studied poetry with Gao Shi, and she finally understands etiquette."
Yan Xiaosi looked shy and didn't know what to do. He grew up in the countryside and later served as a soldier in Anxi. He had never seen a young lady dressed so exquisitely and so brightly. Maybe this was the reason for the poor people in Chang'an.
The difference between a country boy and a country boy.
Li Siye shouted: "Mei'er!"
Li Meier turned around, her lowered eyes suddenly filled with sparkle, and she ran towards Li Siye with a sweet smile.
Li Siye thought she would throw herself into his arms happily, and then said loudly: "Brother Mei'er misses you so much. You haven't come home for four years since you left."
Unexpectedly, Li Meier ran in front of him, stopped abruptly, blinked her eyes as if thinking about something, and then she suddenly said oh, lowered her waist and crossed her little hands delicately, and bowed Yingying: "Little sister Li Meier pays homage to brother,
Now that I heard that my brother has returned from Anxi, Mei'er is overjoyed. It's a pity that I can't go outside the city gate to greet my brother in person. Mei'er thinks about it and feels extremely guilty. Please forgive me."
Li Siye raised his head in astonishment and thought for a moment, then lowered his head and asked her: "Mr. Gao taught you this?"
Li Meier knelt down and saluted again: "Exactly."
"That's right, that's right." Li Siye stroked the short beard on his chin and said, "Mei'er is knowledgeable and sensible, which makes me very pleased. But..."
Wen Ran stood aside and watched the brother and sister retort, and laughed out loud.
"Brother, it's nothing."
"However, we are brother and sister. Why do we have to follow any false etiquette as a family? We naturally do as we feel comfortable. Red tape is used to receive outsiders."
"Brother, what you said is wrong. Poems, books, etiquette, there is no distinction between high and low, closeness and distance. Oh..., haha, haha." Li Meier covered her mouth and laughed. She really couldn't take it anymore.
Wen Ran took the initiative to come forward and saluted Li Siye, but there was a hint of softness in his words: "Brother Li went to Anxi to serve for four years. Now he has become famous and has brought back a lieutenant? Or some kind of general?
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Li Siye didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "How can the official career be so smooth? Brother Li and I are just a school captain now."