The man touched his chin, thought for a while, and said, "Usually, Brother Jiu also looks light, not particularly indifferent, but he is not very enthusiastic, and it is almost the same today...... However, he seems to have a very contradictory feeling today. There is some joy and some sadness. ”

"I'll go, how rich your imagination is, what kind of soldier are you, you go to be a storyteller!" Zhao Zhi pushed the man away.

He didn't think there was anything unusual about Brother Jiu, and besides, Brother Jiu was going to see the little beauty, so he was naturally happy!

Late autumn is half of the early winter, the days are short and the nights are long, in the afternoon, Jun Jiu returned to the annex in Xingcheng, and the autumn has gradually dyed a little yellow.

At this time, if it is in Yanjing, it should also snow.

However, Xingcheng is located in Yanguo in two different directions, Yanjing's climate has four distinct seasons, while Xingcheng is very hot in summer and relatively warm all year round.

Even in this season, it is only cold, and it is said that it was 20 years ago when it snowed in the winter of Heungseong.

In the afternoon of this day, it was dark.

Jun Jiu thought it would rain, but after waiting, it didn't rain.

In the garden of the annex, there is a nameless mound of clothes.

That's a mound of clothes made for Lianhua.

She couldn't go back to Yanjing, and besides, she was buried in the imperial mausoleum.

Therefore, when she came here, she made a well-dressed mound, and every year on her death day, no matter how busy she was, she would spare this day to accompany her.

Now, there is no one in the garden.

If she did come here, she would be unaccompanied.

She took a jug of wine, poured a little at the grave, lit the incense and candles she had bought, and laid out all the offerings she had bought, with meat, but more snacks.

There are chairs next to it.

The scenery around is good, and the mound is in a corner of this garden, next to which there are stone tables and stone chairs.

I burned the paper money, small clothes, and toys made of paper that I bought, and there was nothing left.

A few days later, she sat on the stone chair, took the glass of wine, and drank it alone.

The sky gradually darkened, and there were no lights around, only a few large incense candles were slowly lit, and the light and shadow were swaying.

"I don't know if people really have souls after they die." The wine in the jug was empty, she put it aside, and turned her head to look at the clothed mound, "If there is, I'm wondering, are you over there, is there anyone to take care of you?" Did you play with you? I didn't go back to Yanjing to see you, will you blame me? ”

She raised her eyes, looked at the dark night, and chuckled, but her voice was silent, "...... I sometimes wonder if there is no one to protect you, will someone bully you? What should you do when someone bullies you and no one gives you a grievance? ”

"Everyone in the barracks today is curious about what I'm doing in Xingcheng? I said, I'm here to see a little beauty...... I just don't know if the little beauty still complains about me? Do you get there and there is no pain......"

Her voice is very soft, as if it is about to be gently swept through time with the wind.

However, if you listen closely, you can hear the last choking.

The wind rose and blew a little fiercely.

With a faint sound of footsteps, she slowly closed her eyes, her beautiful eyes moist.

After counting them, there were more and more footsteps of about twenty people.

Those men were approaching.

However, she still sits, as if she did not notice, and continued to talk to her daughter in a soft voice in the night.