Protagonist, wake up

One day, Xie Lang seemed to sense something, and said to Jian Zhu, "Lan Jue, it's gone."

That night, he sat alone facing the lamp, silent for a long time.

In the distance, there was the muffled sound of a heavy giant log hitting the city gate, mixed with the sound of drums, and it became the background sound of the explosion of lanterns and flowers in every house.

Then Xie Lang got up and opened the Yao Pavilion, and he wiped all the utensils carefully.What he did was so careful, with the earnestness of a pilgrimage, and his eyes were gentle as if he was treating his lover.After everything was done, Xie Lang took a few steps back and started smashing everything.

The crisp sound of cracking porcelain came one after another, and all the ancient relics collected by Xie Lang from the previous dynasty were destroyed at this moment.The sound of "click" and "stab" seemed to be scratched on the soft heart, leaving a series of deep and visible bone wounds, which turned into shackles and strangled the two hearts.

Jian Zhu leaned against the mirror and covered her ears.Even so, every time Xie Lang smashed something and every cracking sound reached his ears, his body would still twitch uncontrollably.The tip of the heart is bitter and sour, and the root of the tongue is bitter.He could hear Xie Lang holding back his sobs, and seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heart bleeding.Jian Zhu buried his head even harder, he didn't want to collapse in front of Xie Lang at this moment.

He looked at the child for ten years.Those antiquities were not only the child's painstaking efforts, but also his painstaking efforts.

Xie Lang said, no matter what, he didn't want to leave these things to the Wu people.

On the second day, the northern city was broken.

Just in the early morning, when Xie Lang finished smashing the last thing, an army of the Wu tribe climbed up the wall near the north city, and was defeated like a mountain.The guards who guarded the city and the official officials who assisted in defending the city committed suicide, and a large number of soldiers and civilians fled frantically.Afterwards, the Wu army started a carpet-like massacre of the city, with corpses all over the ground and ditches covered with blood.

When the Wu army rushed in, Xie Lang took out a wooden chain from the innermost wooden box in Yao Pavilion.The long wooden chains are finely crafted, and the patterns carved on them are lifelike.He took it out and hung it around his neck, and ignored the sharp pain of being stabbed by the porcelain shards on the soles of his feet, stepped on the shards and walked out.

At this time, the sky was just right, and a ray of sunlight slanted across the raised cornices of the Yao Pavilion.

Jian Zhu looked at the wooden chain hanging in front of his eyes, and thought of the girl's wide eyes.

This wooden chain was a relic of a little girl Xie Lang met when he was staying at the border.The girl was an orphan, and she ran around begging with the beggars, but there was still an indelible innocence in Yuanyuan's eyes.There was a dimple at the left corner of her mouth when she smiled, and she would call her brother sweetly as if her mouth had been smeared with honey.

Xie Lang felt sorry for her, even though he met her by chance on the road, after getting along with her, he felt that the girl was really cute.Xie Lang originally planned to take her back to be raised as a younger sister, at least not let her live this kind of hungry and full life.But she was inadvertently taken away by traffickers.By the time Xie Lang exhausted all his efforts to find her, she had already been tortured beyond human appearance.

She took off the wooden chain and stuffed it into Xie Lang's hand, panting and said to Xie Lang softly: "Mother gave it to me. I, I will give it to brother..." Her voice was still soft , with an indelible innocence and softness.

In the end, she died in front of Xie Lang and Jian Zhu, covered in blood.

With the continuous expansion of the war, she is not the only child like this.

**

At this time, the sounds of Wu soldiers running on the street, the clash of swords and guns, and chaotic cries could be faintly heard.

Xie Lang threw the lighted torch, and the fire swept across the bottom of Yao Pavilion in an instant.

Then he went up to the roof of Yao Pavilion in the fire and sat there quietly.

He stroked the wooden chain, and his life quickly went through his mind like a revolving lantern.The appearance of Jian Zhu, the smiling face of Yan Ziluo, the pure eyes of the girl, the coffin of the father... Finally, through the light and light clouds, he seemed to see the age of the weak crown again, and in the snowy apricot forest, someone once passed by with flowers, smiling like The soft snow petals.Eyebrows fluttered, and the fingertips flicked lightly, arousing the most secret emotions in the young man's heart.

When he finally saw the Wu nationality soldiers barging in clamorously, the corner of his mouth curled into a slight smile.

"Lan Juan, thank you." He stood up and took the bronze mirror into his arms.

"Will it hurt?"

"will not."

Jian Zhu closed her eyes in the mirror, opened her arms and made a gesture of hugging.It seems that what is in front of him now is not the empty air, but the fiery|hot and soft heart of a young man.

He opened his lips and said a few words silently.

**

Soldiers of the Wu nationality have long heard that there is a Yao Pavilion near the north, which is full of rare antique collections.They wanted to plunder, but they didn't expect there to be any treasures. Instead, what they saw was raging fire and continuously collapsing buildings.The fire was burning at a speed as fast as the sky, and the heat wave distorted and deformed the air. Now it has burned to such an extent that thick black smoke and sparks can be seen from a long distance away.

They were shocked and bewildered by the high temperature.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the nutrient solution of the fine fans~

Next, I would like to sincerely apologize: because the stupid author himself did not calculate the number of words for the list, so it is estimated that the number of words will be much higher next week.In addition, the upcoming transition is very important, so it will be updated continuously for two or three days.

After being on the list, I will slowly make up for everyone _(:з」∠)_