Qingchuan History

Chapter 113 Old Dream ([-])

In the Nine Years of Yongkang in the Kingdom of Yin, the weather is smooth, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, and everyone is living their own lives.

Life is your own, and different people's ways of living are naturally different.Some people are safe, some people are anxious, some people live day by day, and some people don't know the blessings in the blessings.

Jingyuan County is located on the edge of Ziyang City, and it is a relatively remote county in the Yindong Wucheng District.Ziyang is not far from Suoning City, the carriage travels at a regular speed, and it takes only one day and one night to arrive.Yindong is rich and rich, and it is said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse, so the so-called remoteness is only compared with other cities and counties in the area.The scenery of Jingyuan County is simple, but the roads are frozen to death, which only happens in the abnormally cold winter.

Only once so far.It was in November of the fourth year of Yongkang, the first snow in Yindong.It was just the first snow, which lasted for nine days and nine nights. The snow was so heavy that it had not been seen in nearly a hundred years, so that every family closed their doors, and the homeless lacked alms, and there was no shelter from the cold. On the tenth day, it snowed Stop, there are also bones in the more remote places in Ningcheng.

The blizzard also froze a large area of ​​crops and fields in Yindong, which was the only natural disaster that occurred in the Yin Kingdom in recent decades, and it was also the first time that Yinjun Ruan Bi came to the throne.

The monarch naturally had a headache, and spent a lot of effort to rectify and appease.But for the couple surnamed Liu in Jingyuan County, it is not necessarily a bad thing that the crops are frozen, especially the hostess Song, who has long been reluctant to plow the soil and wait for the sky to eat.

So he borrowed some silver and opened an inn near the post road.From the spring of the fifth year of Yongkang to the seventh year of Yongkang, in less than three years, the couple paid off their debts and hired two additional laborers.

When Jing Tingge came in the summer of the eighth year of Yongkang, the inn with a total of ten rooms was already in good shape and operated in a very orderly manner.

She was four years old that year.

She has no memory of who brought her here and under what circumstances.She has lived in that warehouse since she can remember her life, and it is dark no matter day or night; during the day, she can still see the dust swirling in the air, but at night she really can't see her fingers.

The warehouse is full of various sundries, and there is always a strange smell, which changes with the changes of the piled items, but there is no good smell every day.Because of this, although she has to do a lot of rough work that is quite strenuous for her during the day, at least she can see things and see light without staying in the warehouse.

At this moment she felt that she was alive.

It has always been a rare event for a four-year-old girl to have such a profound experience and understanding of being alive.She is one of the few unfortunate little girls in the world.During those nights when she couldn't see her fingers, the warehouse door was closed, but she still couldn't sleep well.

At first she was afraid of mice, so she always listened to the "squeaks" with her ears upright, judging their location and distance from her, and was ready to jump up at any time.Gradually, she got used to those noises, and she also worked during the day, so she was really sleepy, so she didn't care about sleeping.After all, I can't see anything, I'm afraid when I open my eyes, and it's pitch black when I close them.

Then you might as well go to sleep.

Later she discovered the pair of eyes glued to her body from time to time.From early morning to evening, whether she is stepping on a small stool to dry clothes and quilts in the courtyard, or adding firewood in the kitchen, or on the way back to the warehouse at night——

There is always a pair of eyes that suddenly appear behind her, so that her back is always cold at twelve hours a day.Sometimes when she turned her head suddenly, there was nothing, but her palms were wet with cold sweat.

She couldn't sleep well again.In the dark and creaking night, even the slight sound of the wooden door of the warehouse being blown by the wind would wake her up suddenly, hugging the gray and old quilt and staring at the direction of the invisible door, sitting upright for a whole night .

And then she didn't dare to sleep all night long, so she just sat there until a blue-gray color appeared between the cracks of the door, which was the color before dawn.

It is hard to imagine that this is the memory of a child less than five years old.It is said that childhood memory is shallow, but sometimes the depth of memory is not determined by age.If those memories are deep enough to make you feel the pain and fear of living in the world, they will stay in your blood forever, destroy you, or make you.

In fact, she couldn't remember such details.The appearance of that inn and that courtyard may have been processed by memory.But she remembers some fragments and the feeling that warehouse left her, and she even firmly believes that one day she will smell those smells again and recognize them immediately.

It was like she would immediately recognize those wretched twinkling eyes.

She also remembered the kind of blackness where she couldn't see her fingers, as if the world didn't exist.So after going to Pengxi Mountain, she couldn't put out the candle to sleep; it took Ruan Xueyin three full years to get used to the candle burning from late night to dawn.

The latter was very annoyed by this for a while, and proposed several times to sleep in the teacher's room, because she couldn't sleep well and needed relative darkness and absolute silence.

Naturally, Ji Ji refused.She had no choice but to accommodate this junior sister who was actually a month older than herself.

But no one knows whether Jing Tingge is older or younger than Ruan Xueyin, a few months old.She is an orphan, and her date of birth is unknown; the Song family doesn't know, let alone the teacher.Judging her age is based entirely on experience and her physical development characteristics.

"So the third day of October is only my birthday in name."

The night is as cool as water.Fortunately, they all have cloaks, and they don't feel cold when they cover their bodies.

Jing Tingge looked at the lights on the undulating hills that were warmer than the stars, and his voice was a little unreal:

"You made a big fuss over a day that wasn't my birthday at all, causing most of Qingchuan to speculate and discuss, and you didn't give a reasonable explanation to the people of the country." She turned to look at him, "It wasn't Mingjun's doing."

Murong Xun was still stuck in those vague and unclear memory fragments.It was just some inaccurate pictures, but he still felt his heart ache, and gradually clenched his right fist.

"Is that inn still there?"

He didn't look at her, but also looked at the lights all over the mountains and plains, his voice was solemn.

Jing Tingge shook his head, "I don't know. In the next ten years, we seldom went down the mountain, let alone detoured to Jingyuan County. Later, when I arrived in Cangwu, we were farther away. Counting, that couple is now It's about five or sixty years old, and it's unknown if he's still alive."

"How long have you lived there?"

He finally turned his head to look at her, with a lot of pity in his eyes.Having known each other for nearly five years, he only knew that she was an orphan, afraid of the dark since she was a child, and suffered some hardships before going to Pengxi Mountain, and her birthday was the third day of October.Like the mountain lights, he started planning when he was not Wei Jun. One day, he would light up the lights for her in the most magnificent and well-known place in the country of Wei, and the lights stretched for thousands of miles.

On her birthday.

He ascended the throne in the winter of the previous year, the third day of October has passed.So the first time it was lit up like a mountain light was last year today.She naturally lost her temper a lot, and her reaction was much bigger than today.

But this story, the fragments of her childhood, he had only heard tonight for the first time.Maybe it's because the time is right and the atmosphere is right; but in fact, it's because of nothing.

Everything will happen when it is due to happen.

　Note: Yongkang, the reign title of Yinjun Ruan Bi Yichao.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)