I heard that you are a scum

One sentence was like a stone breaking the sky, hitting Duan Yannian and Chun Tao on the heads.

He was shocked at first, and then overjoyed—there was no such person as Luo Ping, so this so-called secret letter from Luo Ping was meaningless.

This trip to the border was finally a worthwhile trip.

The soldiers took them to the camp of the new general, General Wei.

General Wei was tall and tall, with a hulking back and a beard. He was looking at the sand table in the tent.

"General, this man said that he is an official of the imperial court, and he wants to see a lieutenant named Luo." The soldier said.

General Wei nodded, motioning for him to step back first.

After he left, General Wei saluted Duan Yannian as a general: "The last general is Wei Yongquan, a third-rank general who was appointed by the imperial court to join Mr. Duan."

"General Wei, you don't have to be polite."

Wei Yongquan led him to the seat, and then said: "The frontier is far away, it is inconvenient to transmit news, and the last general has just received the imperial edict from the imperial city not long ago."

"According to what General Wei saw, is Cen Yuan suspected of treason?"

"Absolutely impossible!" Wei Yongquan said this firmly, "If General Cen is really treasonous, how could our subordinates not know about it! How could the general die under the conspiracy of the barbarians! Besides, Ben Lei In the battalion and the other four battalions, there was absolutely no adjutant named Luo Ping. There was no such a person around the general before he was alive! Just because of this letter from some treacherous villain who ruined the general's reputation, how can he assert that the general is treasonous! "

Duan Yannian breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it would take a lot of trouble to investigate this matter, but he didn't expect that all the problems would be solved as soon as he arrived at the border.

Luo Ping has a problem at all. What is his intention to submit such a letter to the emperor by pretending to be Cen Yuan's cronies, and who is the black hand behind all this?

In order to punish Cen Yuan's crime, the emperor didn't even bother to do superficial work, and he didn't care how many twists and turns behind it, he didn't check it out, and just let this kind of matter be so hasty. ... He is the emperor, I'm afraid he doesn't want to be the emperor anymore.

"Then this news..."

"Master Duan, don't worry, the news is currently only known to the general and a few trusted officers. The general is the god of war of our Dachen, and the belief of the entire army. We will never let this dirty incident tarnish the general's reputation!"

Things are finally developing in a good direction. Duan Yannian has been holding his heart tightly for the past few days and finally put it back in his stomach.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, General Wei..."

"It should be us thanking Mr. Duan. I heard that you have been working around the general's affairs, and the general is still waiting for you to return the general's innocence!"

He rushed here all the way, and he had to go back before staying for a day.

But Duan Yannian didn't have the slightest complaint in his heart.

The two were about to go back to Beijing the same way, but they were stopped by General Wei: "It's getting late, and the sand bandits have started their activities. If you two go on the road at this time, it will be very difficult to return to Beijing in full. Order someone to vacate a tent, sir, you should rest for one night first, and leave tomorrow morning."

Duan Yannian weighed himself and Chuntao's small bodies, and agreed with him very much.

……

It was said that it was getting late, but in fact it was only evening.

The evening in the desert is magnificent. A round of round sunset clings to the ridgeline of the desert, making the land dark and gloomy.The sea of ​​sand spreads all the way to the horizon, and every grain of sand reflects the afterglow of the setting sun.

Duan Yannian left Chuntao behind and climbed to the highest sand dune with a jar of wine in his arms.

Here you can clearly see the surrounding scene, including the dilapidated city wall of Linluguan in the distance; the ruins of the ancient city of Loulan under the wind and sand;

He stood on the top of the hill, but was a little unsteady by the strong wind, so he simply sat on the ground.

He drank the first sip of wine in the wind and sand in the frontier, and the wine was mixed with dust blown up by the wind, making it turbid like this piece of heaven and earth buried by yellow sand.

What is a desert?Is it the Qiang flute?Is it a sword?Is it a carved bow?Or is it the yellow sand flying thousands of miles?The desert is the wine filled in the luminous cup; it is the red willow swaying on the Silk Road; it is the sorrow swaying in his dream.The desert is in the poem; in the words; in front of his eyes; at his feet.

The sun was setting little by little, and the clouds in the sky were stained blood red, and he thought of Wei Yongquan's words again——

"General Cen asked us to cremate his body, bury his bones and old things under the highest sand dunes, and scatter the ashes directly into the wind. Although the general didn't say the reason, the general thought, He wants to use this method to continue to protect the rivers and mountains of the Chen Kingdom?"

Now, the desert is a deserted tomb, a silent heart, an old friend who will never look back, and a big dream that is broken before it is finished.

So he drank the second sip of wine in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the wine entered his throat like a red-hot knife, penetrated into his heart, and hurt his heart.

When Cen Yuan came here for the first time, would he sit at the same place and drink the same wine?What was his mood at that time?

He was sober after a few drinks on weekdays, but he was sober at this moment. The world said that wine can relieve sorrow, but why is his hard pursuit for more than ten years, and the daze after the dust has settled, still clearly visible in his mind?

The sun had fully set, night fell, and torches were lit in the distant camp.Everything was quiet, except for the weeping sound of the west wind blowing across the open space, and a round moon hung high in the sky, and the moon was shining brightly.

Finally, he drank the third sip of wine under the bleak moonlight. The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, wet the skirt of his clothes, and finally fell on the sand.He poured out all the remaining wine in the wind, first chuckled twice, and then said in a low voice: "I have dreamed of drinking with you countless times, but I didn't expect it to come true today. This jar of wine, just Take it as my toast to you, I hope you can look at this good wine and wait for me a few steps on Huangquan Road, your steps are too big, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up..."

He was lying on the dune, any layer of yellow sand covering his body.Cen Yuan's ashes were scattered here, every grain of yellow sand, every grain of dust could be him... Being in the dust is like being in his cold embrace.

He closed his eyes, and his thoughts seemed to return to that night banquet ten years ago. At that time, he was lying on the ground beside Cen Yuan just like now, breathing the same air and looking at the same starry sky with him.

"Young master, it's too cold at night, it's time to go back."

Chuntao didn't know when she stood behind him, she threw a cloak on his body.

Duan Yannian got up, rubbed his unclear head, and said vaguely: "Wait...wait for me..."

He staggered down and rolled down the dune without standing still.

"Young Master!" Chuntao screamed in shock, and rushed down to help him.

"No...it's okay..." He took a breath, straightened up, and started digging in the sand as if sitting on the ground.

"Young master! What are you doing..."

"Cen Yuan...Cen Yuan and his things are buried here...I...I have to look for...let me take a look...let me take another look at him..."

Chuntao's eyes became hot, she sniffed, wiped away her tears, knelt down and said, "I'll help you find it."

He shook his head: "No, no, no... If you found it before me, how embarrassing I would be..."

So Chuntao squatted on the sand, wiped her tears, and watched him digging around in the same piece of yellow sand.

His nails were full of gravel, which made his fingers hurt, but he didn't slow down, and soon one small pit after another appeared on the sand.

After digging for a while and changing several places, he finally felt something strange, so he dug desperately there, and soon dug out a cloth bag.

He paused for a while, and then opened the cloth bag layer by layer as if making up his mind. His hands were steady at first, but now they were shaking so much that he could barely hold the small bag.When the last piece of cloth was lifted, a few burnt black bones and some relics of Cen Yuan came into view.

His tears finally fell down.

From the moment he received the news of his death to the second before he personally dug up Cen Yuan's bones, he didn't shed a tear, but now, Cen Yuan is here, right in front of him.He finally realized clearly—his Cen Yuan; his dreams from childhood; including his whole heart, are all in the small package in his hand.

Cen Yuan is really dead.

It was as if in an instant, his heart also died.

He wept silently at first, gradually turned into a low whimper, and finally turned into a howl.

He cried heart-rendingly, cried heart-breakingly, cried hoarsely, he hugged the things in his arms tightly, as if hugging those extravagant hopes that were easily broken.

The drunkenness at this moment made him no longer restrain himself, and vented all the pain and despair accumulated in his heart.

Chuntao silently stood behind him, turned her back, not to look at Duan Yannian who was kneeling on the ground crying uncontrollably.She knew that this was Duan Yannian's belated emotional outburst.He definitely doesn't want her to see him the way he is now...

Cry, cry, cry out all the pain, it's better than holding it in your heart all the time.She was willing to be here with him, to tell him he was not alone.

Duan Yannian didn't know how long he had been crying. Gradually, he didn't want to cry that much, but his heart was still blocked.With trembling hands, he folded the package neatly again, and out of tune came out of his mouth: "I want...to take him back...would he blame me...after all, he wants to stay here ..."

It seemed to be asking Chuntao, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

Without waiting for Chuntao's answer, he continued, "It's okay...he blames me...it's better..." At this point, he covered his mouth and forcibly stopped the choking from his throat , let out a gasp, "It's better than... now... I'd rather he blame me..."

The next day, neither of them mentioned what happened last night.

And from now on, he will rot the name Cen Yuan in his heart, and turn this person into a scar deep in his heart that will never heal. Although it hurts when he touches it, he will always maintain his most perfect one side.

Even if his heart is riddled with holes.