I promise

Chapter 652
This is a wilderness in the western suburbs of Wenyang.

The flat domain is boundless, and thousands of hectares of crops are like clouds.

Han Luojun had already seen this kind of scenery all the way.

He has been dormant and sneaking in the boundless desert for nearly three months, and everything he can see is monotonous yellow sand, boundless.

That lifeless pale yellow makes people feel a kind of boredom and exhaustion born from the bones, as if life is passing away from the body little by little.

When I return to the Central Plains, it is very kind to see the scenery of my hometown, and I never get tired of watching it.

He sat down on an old willow tree with a crooked neck, took off the wine skin pouch at his waist, splashed a drop of wine when he uncorked it, landed on the dry old willow bark, and wiped a little moist on the peeling dark gray color. Black, like black soil soaked in spring rain, there seems to be sprouts about to sprout vigorously, only to dry up in the scorching hot air soon.

Han Luojun raised his neck and took a big gulp of wine.

The clear wine flowed down his wheat-colored neck, slid over the protruding Adam's apple, and swayed the dazzling light together. It was not as refined as a noble boy in Jiankang City, but it was full of the wild and rough tension of a man. .It's a different taste.

He's not really good at drinking.

At that time, he was still in the army in Jizhou, and the winter night in the north was bitterly cold.Most of the soldiers guarding the city would carry a jug of wine, and they could not stand the cold, so they quietly took a sip to warm their bodies.Alcohol is not allowed in the army, for fear of getting drunk and making trouble, soldiers drink light wine secretly.The chiefs mostly turned a blind eye and closed their eyes and let it go.

That's when he learned to drink.It has been an old habit for many years to not have a pot of light wine around his waist.

Han Luojun let out a long breath, squinting at the wheat field with green waves under the silvery white sun.Years of war and horses, rainy nights in rivers and lakes, made his heart vicissitudes like this field, but he can no longer get such fresh and tender fringe.

Qu Yu'er sat on a slightly raised earth bag two feet in front of him, holding a colorful embroidered cloth tiger in both hands, rubbing it lightly, and singing in a low voice.

At first she sang Huiyu.Han Luojun was afraid that she would spread the news secretly, so he was not allowed to sing, so she changed it to Chinese.The accent of the words and sentences is extremely accurate, and it is impossible to tell that it is an accent from outside Guan.

Over and over again, always the same song.

"Thousands of miles across the vast sea, the sky is high and the clouds are dark.

The heart is long, the flame is short, and the candle is twisted, and the road is far away and the wings are poor, looking at the wild goose.

Lazy to do makeup and comb hair, Xuelang practiced the knife dance.

......"

She had a great voice with a wide range, so it was not inappropriate to just hum in a low voice and sing the faint and resentful boudoir tunes.

It's like a cold mountain spring, warm in the cold, flowing out naturally from the bottom of my heart.

"...

In Guanshan's dream of flying across, he asked to add clothes and meals.

When will the prancing horse come back, I will recognize him and greet him with a smile. "

After singing it three or five times, Han Luojun almost drank a pot of light wine.

Qu Yu'er stopped singing, and lowered her head, stroking the colorful cloth tiger on her lap, her gaze was gentle, as if she was looking at her lover.

It was a big-headed tiger with a thick and round body and short limbs. The silk cloth was embroidered with various patterns.Half lost the majesty of the tiger, it is simple and funny, it is a child's play.

Qu Yuer said that her husband had a cloth tiger toy when he was a child, and he liked it very much. Later, when he left Chang'an, he lost it and never found it again.

She said that she had always wanted to go to her husband's hometown to see the people there and the place where he used to live.I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future.

Han Luojun has been in the army for ten years, and his heart has been hardened by life and death.But for some reason, he couldn't say no to the woman's longing eyes.

Mu Cangping entrusted him with such an important matter because he was cautious.But he made an exception once and took Qu Yu'er to Chang'an by detour.

Sure enough, Qu Yuer found the shop selling cloth toys, and also found a cloth tiger that was exactly the same.It's just that that look is no longer fashionable, there is only one, and it is broken.

Qu Yu'er's hands are very dexterous, so she borrowed a sewing basket from the store and repaired it herself.Every stitch is carefully sewn, and there is no trace of damage.

The road was boring, so she took out the cloth tiger to look at it, her eyes were infatuated.

Han Luojun knew that she was not looking at tigers, but thinking about people.

"Why did he leave you alone in Mobei?" he asked.

"I'm not very good at martial arts, and if I stay by Ah Chen's side, it will become his burden." Qu Yu'er said with a smile: "I marry Ah Chen, but Father is always reluctant. He said that Ah Chen is a man like a lion, and Da Mo can't stay here." Stay with him, he will go back to the Central Plains sooner or later."

When she said this, her beautiful face was full of pride, and her voice was so soft that it dripped honey: "Father said that it is too dangerous for a capable man to be their woman."

Obviously, she didn't think it was bitter, but was very happy.

"My mother—" her voice turned sad: "And sister, they all died like this. Father is a hero, but he has offended too many people."

When Han Luojun kidnapped Qu Yu'er at first, she didn't speak much.She seems to feel something these days, and sometimes she will take the initiative to talk to him.Maybe it's because if you don't say anything, some words will only rot in your heart, and there will be no chance for others to know.

"Your father is a good father." Han Luojun said.

When he led people to attack the stone houses where Qu Yu'er lived, he once thought that there was some shocking treasure hidden in it.Lost ways, traps, and strange formations emerge one after another, and there are even top guards.

He brought a total of sixteen people out of the customs, all of whom were carefully selected after several tests.

The lack of food and water, and the harsh sand did not kill any of them, but in that stone courtyard, 17 people died in battle and he was the only one left.

Only then did he understand Qu Ya's painstaking efforts.

"Women should not be involved in men's affairs." After a long silence, Han Luojun spoke slowly.

When he said this, his complexion was not natural.

A real man was born in the world, and he should act frankly, but he did something disgraceful.

"Father also said the same thing." Qu Yu'er said, "Father also said that those are the thoughts of heroes and heroes. But there are all kinds of people in this world. Such a person who can't help himself. You don't want to do it, but someone insists you do it, and you can't resist."

"You think highly of me." Han Luojun said, "If you want to resist, you can always."

Looking at the tumbling wheat waves in the distance, he was silent for a while, and said, "Your husband, killed my brothers, four of them."

There are two that Mu Dian can kill, and they are also Jin Yanchen's.

Qu Yu'er took out a clean white cloth from the bundle, spread it out carefully on the grass.

Put your knees together on the white cloth, spread your hands, palms slightly bent towards the sky, and bow down.

Then she knelt down on the ground and began to pray: "Lord, you are the merciful and forgiving Lord. Please forgive these poor people and protect them from the punishment of Hell..."

She was praying a verse from the Qur'an.

Her mother was a devout Christian, and later betrayed the family in order to marry her father.But she still says her prayers every day.

My father was not religious, but he always accompanied my mother when she prayed.Sometimes he would sit under a lamp and listen to his wife preach to his two daughters.

At that time, the whole family was there, harmonious and harmonious, very beautiful.

Later, the mother and sister were arrested by the enemy, and the father tried his best but failed to rescue them.

Since then, she can no longer ride her beautiful pony freely on the Gobi Desert.

Father sent many people to protect her day and night, and she rarely showed up.

Before meeting that man who is as dazzling as the sun, her life has always been boring, monotonous and uninteresting.

"...Allah, please forgive my husband...I disobeyed the command of Allah and His Messenger, knowingly and unfaithfully disloyal to the trust I received, willing to accept the wrath and rejection of Allah, and live in Hell forever..."

Han Luojun did not urge Qu Yuer.

If someone else did this, he might think that person was posturing.

But Qu Yu'er seems to have a natural power, gentle and compassionate, which makes you believe in her irresistibly.I believe that all suffering and anxiety can be comforted by her.

"We're on our way." Han Luojun waited patiently until Qu Yu'er finished praying, put the empty flagon on his waist, and stood up.

Qu Yu'er cooperatively pulled down the green gauze on the cap.

She has no strength to resist, so there is no need to offend Han Luojun over this kind of thing.

Before leaving, she lowered her head again and glanced at the cloth tiger in her hand.

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