Carefree Master in City

The young scholar has been away for ten years.

At least in my dream, spring has gone and autumn has come for ten years.

In these ten years, almost every year, the scholar will send letters back to this young lady.

And the young lady was able to see the scenery of the mountains and rivers in the frontier from the letter sent back by the scholar.

Again and again, again and again. I don't know when, like this kind of receiving and reading letters, has become the habit of this gorgeous woman with green skirt.

At first, it didn't move her much. But at least it didn't disgust her. Moreover, the mountains and rivers depicted by the scholar, as well as some local customs and interesting stories, were also quite interesting.

At least, no one used to treat her like this scholar.

Therefore, she also acquiesced this kind of communication way.

But finally, one day, the scholar no longer sent a letter to her.

Day after day, she looked forward and looked around, thinking, is the border secure?

According to the outside news, Jingkang's disgrace happened. The Jin army conquered Tokyo (today's Kaifeng), captured song Huizong, song qinzong's father and son, and a large number of Zhao's royal family, harem concubines and Guiqing, courtiers and other 3000 people, and escorted them northward. The public and private savings of Tokyo city were empty.

The Northern Song Dynasty is doomed!

The country is in chaos. There are refugees everywhere. Those who used to join the army are said to have died.

Miss green Luo skirt also began to doubt whether the scholar was dead?

A trace of regret flashed involuntarily in my heart!

It's just a pity.

It's very rare for this iceberg like woman to have a trace of regret in her heart.

However, a few years later, some people nearby said that a general of the imperial court would return to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

So, on the day of the general's return, there was a lot of traffic.

In the crowd, there is a middle-aged general, holding a weak woman, still riding a white horse, passing through the street and the position.

In the attic, she is still a gorgeous woman in a green Luo skirt.

Despite the passage of years, but her face seems to be forgotten by the years, always so beautiful and beautiful.

When the middle-aged general passed by with the weak woman in his arm, he looked up again just as he did before the war.

When I saw the lady in the green skirt, the middle-aged general was stunned.

After more than ten seconds, the middle-aged general finally gave a smile to the young lady and left.

It seems that the former attachment and love has long disappeared with the passage of time.

She is still the young lady she used to be, but he is no longer the scholar he used to be.

I do not know why, to see this scene, wearing a green skirt of miss heart suddenly produced a sense of emptiness.

It's like a thing that originally belongs to her is taken away by others, which makes her not feel very happy.

"What kind of feeling is this? I wonder, why do I have such a feeling? " The gorgeous woman felt quite strange.

That night, the general stayed in his former home.

But that green color Luo skirt young lady, as if is the supernatural force, found here.

The middle-aged general seemed to know that she was coming, so he waited for her in the pavilion early in the morning.

Making a pot of tea!

The teacup is dry and the teapot is dry. The middle-aged general has obviously been waiting for a long time.

When the old lady appeared, the middle-aged general poured water again and added tea.

But this young lady didn't get close, far away, at least ten meters away?

"Why?" She asked in a vague way.

But the middle-aged general seemed to know what she was asking and replied, "I love her very much."

"What is love?" The young lady asked blankly.

"One year, we drove the golden soldiers into the grassland, but we were ambushed. I was seriously injured. Under the blood struggle of my companions, I killed my way. Then I fell into a poor family, which was just a girl. She gave me the last grain to eat and the bedding that could only survive the winter. I owe her a life, so I can only pay it back with my whole life. "

The middle-aged general poured himself a cup of uncooked tea.

Drinking tea, but also drink the taste of wine.

"This is love?" Beautiful lady, I don't seem to understand.

"There are many kinds of love. Once I like miss you, that is a kind of love; But later I like my wife, which is also a kind of love. But no matter what kind of love is, it is the only one. If you choose this, you can't think about another. So I can't write to you any more. "

"What does it have to do with whether you write or not?"

"Well, if I'm with her and I'm thinking about you, it's unfair to her. It's not good. If I choose her, I will always be one. I can only say sorry to you. "

That night, after hearing this, the lady in green skirt left as if she knew nothing.

And also after that night, the middle-aged general left, completely left, and never came back.

In the dream, the picture suddenly turns again.

This time, the turning point is in the period of the Republic of China.

The young lady with short hair nestled up to a wall full of Parthenocissus, holding a collection of Shakespeare's poems in her hand and reading them in trance.

Then a young cyclist, not far away, played a Siberian song "Katyusha" on the harmonica.

Elegant melody, but with the rhythm of anger.

After the boy finished blowing, he rode away on his bicycle.

This is the back garden of the college.

Every time the young lady with short hair is reading a book here, she can find the teenager playing the harmonica or playing the organ.

He plays the harmonica and organ very well.

The girl with short hair likes his "evening outside Moscow" and the song "Katyusha" just now.

This year, the Anti Japanese fireworks of the whole people have achieved a prairie fire.

Many warm-blooded young people gave up the stability of the school, went to the front line, joined the heroic Anti Japanese army, and became members of the front line.

With their blood and body, they blocked the enemy's bullets, attacked the enemy's positions, and recovered inch after inch of territory for the broken mountains and rivers.

One day, the student parade began.

In the crowd of the parade, the young lady with short hair found the boy, and he joined in it.

This kind of behavior, let this young lady not very understand.

One day, the girl with short hair was still reading under the green wall.

And the boy came again. This time, he didn't carry his organ or his harmonica.

The young man was singing by himself. He sang the bloody and tragic night outside Moscow with a heroic voice.

"If I die in battle, please bury me in the high post..."

The girl with short hair seems to be aware of something. She suddenly puts down Shakespeare and walks over. Facing the young man.

When the boy saw her, he gave her a simple and honest smile.

"Hello

"Where's your piano?"

"Sold it!"

"Why?"

"When the country is broken and the family is still in peace for a few days, what can we do with it? I'm going to raise some money, buy some supplies, and donate them all to the heroes of the Anti Japanese front line. "

"Why

"Homeland, defend homeland, defend relatives and friends, defend everyone. It's the duty and responsibility of all men. "

"Can't you not go?"

"It's OK not to go, but it's a coward. China needs to rise and bleed. Mr. Tan Sitong is right. To bleed, he is the first to bleed. If he can be the first, we can be the second, the third and the fourth... If new China needs blood to wash its past humiliation, then my blood will be counted as one. I'm not afraid of death Said the young man impassively.

"I don't quite understand."

"It doesn't matter. I just hope you will be healthy and stable forever. Recently, I learned a new song, but I haven't sung it to anyone. If you don't mind, how about being my first audience? "

"Yes!"

Therefore, the young man began to sing, which is different from the solemn and stirring of night outside Moscow. This song is very affectionate.

Young singing is also very vivid, singing, also can not help but shed tears.

Maybe, this is the last time he sang for this young lady, and maybe he also met this young lady here for the last time.

"In my arms, in your eyes, where the spring breeze intoxicated, where green grass..."

In a Soviet style song by Lake Baikal, the young lady sees something familiar in her affectionate singing.

This suddenly made her think of the scholar who was in the army and sent her a letter.

Maybe this young man will be just like that scholar when he goes today?

Just, why, this time, also feel in the heart have kind of not to give up?

What kind of feeling is this?