Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 327 Calling Fenqin

Awakened by Huan Zicheng's words, Fenqin let out an "oh" before realizing that the ox cart had stopped long ago, and he hurriedly climbed under the cart, but his small face wrinkled into bitter melon again.

His original name was Feiquan, what a nice name, but after his family lord woke up that night three months ago, he changed his name to Fenqin.

This name is not a good name at first glance, but his husband said something like "The piano player is forbidden and burned to death", and he also said "The voice of the great sage, the only one is to burn the piano", the truth is the same Fen Qin couldn't understand the big routines.

Thinking of this, Fenqin's mouth suddenly turned up again.

Forget it, his name is okay, it doesn't matter if he is called Fenqin, and the other boy named "Biehe" has now been changed by the gentleman to "Zhuhe". funny.

With these thoughts in Fenqin's little head, he trotted all the way to the city gate mansion to hand in the road signs. During the process, he was plundered by a small soldier with a mottled face before returning to the front of the car.

"It's so unlucky, the big bastard is robbing me of money again!" Fen Qin pouted her mouth so hard that she could hold a gas bottle, and scrambled to climb onto the car. Halfway through the climb, she realized that there was Huan Zicheng in the car. The movement suddenly became lighter, and he glanced at his husband cautiously before climbing into the car without a sound.

Fen Qin's expression at the moment did not appear to be very angry, but in fact he was familiar with the guards of the city, and all these soldiers knew that this car belonged to the Huan family.In Liaoxi County, even if the Huan family were exiled here, they were not ordinary people. Therefore, these soldiers did not dare to embarrass the Huan family, and at most asked for a few small money.

Huan Zicheng glanced at Fenqin faintly, then picked up the big bamboo hat on the side, and put it on his head, and a quiet voice came from under the hat: "Call me when you get there." .”

"Yes, sir." Fen Qin replied, not daring to speak any more, and only patted the back of the dumb slave driving the chariot twice.

Sensing his movements, the mute slave turned his head, opened his thick lips and smiled at Fen Qin, and immediately waved the whip in his hand, and the bullock cart started moving forward again.

The "squeaky" sound of driving sounds more and more old and dilapidated in the dark.

Huan Zicheng slightly closed his eyes.

The darkness in front of him was overwhelming, just like the dusk in his memory, the twilight surged, as if the world had been squeezed into a fuzzy black shadow.

In a daze, he seemed to hear loud voices, faint weeping, and cursing and laughing from around.

The sun is setting in the west.

The autumn wind is slightly cool.

In the quiet autumn evening, the wind seemed to have a penetrating force, passing through his body, thin and fast, like a blade, scraping every bone of him piece by piece.

He felt empty.

From mind to body, everything is empty.

This is the feeling of the great punishment.

In the middle of the busy city, he didn't kneel down, let alone bend down, he just sat there upright, but his people seemed to be wandering far away, watching his father, uncle, and uncle... Looking at the Huan family's adult and minor men, one by one, their heads rolled off under the sharp axe.

Blood flowed like rivers, and heads were everywhere.

He sat upright, just looking at it steadily.

No feeling, no emotion.

Like a body with the soul stripped away.

At that moment, this bloody and grotesque scene seemed to be far away from him, so far away... like a dream.

A long and dark dream.

In the dream, heads fell to the ground one by one, puffs of blood sprayed, the dull sound of the heavy ax piercing the flesh, the sound of broken bones, and the "gurgling" sound of blood flowing, repeated in his body Appears in front of eyes and ears.

It seemed as long as a lifetime, but it seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

He was barefoot, and for some reason, "Changqing" echoed in his mind.

After a song is played, it will eventually become a masterpiece.

Then, the cold and heavy ax fell on his neck.

He didn't feel any pain.

Or maybe, it's too late to feel the pain.

Before the pain hits, consciousness has left the body.

At that moment, he only felt a boiling heat.

The scorching heat that came out made him turn over from the inside to the outside, his heart, liver, spleen and lungs, all his temperature and blood seemed to be turned out of his body, splashing out. in vitro.

Then he thought, maybe, that is death.

Life is passing away from the body so fast that people can't grasp it at all, so death has become an unpredictable feeling.

Only eternal darkness, and void...

Under the bamboo hat, Huan Zicheng slowly opened his eyes.

A little sunlight shines through the gaps of the bamboo hats, which is straightforward and rough, just like the strong wind and snowstorm in Liaoxi County, the yellow sand everywhere, and the endless sorghum field.

The wind blows the grass and the waves, and ripples stretch to the sky.

Many times, he would always look at the vast and remote land, and feel that the years are long and the time is leisurely.

That bloody twilight seemed to never have happened.

However, he knew that it was not a dream, but a real existence, or something that had existed before.And everything about that evening has been deeply imprinted in his mind, indelible.

The moment when the heavy ax cut the neck bone, the muffled sound, and the life that was so fragile that it could not be touched by a single blow, were seared into the bottom of his heart since he woke up that night.

That feeling of emptiness, as if the physical body never existed, and everything you own, including your soul and thoughts, all return to nothingness at the moment when the body is destroyed.

The strong wind rolled up the yellow sand and slapped it on the bamboo hat, even the sunlight became a little dim.

Huan Zicheng stretched out his sleeves, and stroked the rough car floor with his slightly rough fingers.

He smiled.

No sound, no movement.

It was like a smile that happened in his imagination, a certain touch that originated from the depths of the soul, and dissipated before it reached his lips.

And actually, there's nothing to laugh about.

Many things in this world are neither funny nor sad before humans give them some meaning.

All the prosperity and glory, the country, the country, the family, the relatives, the beloved relatives and friends, at this moment, seem to be no match for the light of the sky leaking from the hole in front of you.

Only heaven and earth can be eternal.

The rest, the big ones are nothing more than grass, and the small ones are like dust.

But so.

His interest faded a little, his fingers were still caressing the side of the car, but his eyes slowly closed again.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that there were too few, too few people or things worth seeing or hearing in this world.

(End of this chapter)