Qian Wubing once again seemed to have returned to his dream. All kinds of bizarre pictures had been going over and over in his mind for so many years. He was no longer so surprised by the things in the dream. Only this time,
This dream seems to be extremely long.
His body seemed to be constantly being moved, from the bumpy horseback to the smelly haystack, and then it seemed as if someone had put it into a cradle. Yes, it was a cradle. The feeling of shaking around was very exciting to him.
familiar.
It's just that my eyelids are extremely heavy, and I can't open them anyhow. I don't know if the sounds coming from my ears are the people around me talking, or the strange noises coming from my dream. Anyway, they are all so ethereal, so strange.
Hard to tell.
He clearly remembered that he was being chased by Tatars and seemed to have been hit by an arrow in the back. Then he didn't know anything. When he regained his consciousness, it was like this dreamlike dream.
This was an extremely narrow cabin, very small. However, standing in the middle of the room, he felt inexplicably familiar. Everything in the room felt extremely familiar, the bed, the table and chairs, and
That square box above the desk and chair, well, it's called a computer, so that's what it should be called.
This is his own house! He was very sure. He looked at himself and saw that the dark red mandarin duck jacket was long gone. What was on him at the moment was a strange short shirt that didn't even have a waistband. He
He sat down on his own bed and looked around quietly. The outside world was too dangerous, and this was his safe haven. Staying in this room, he felt an inexplicable feeling of joy and peace.
.
There were stacks of letters by the bedside, and he took one in his hand. It still contained the missing characters that he had not dared to show in front of others. However, he easily read the letter clearly.
Content.
This is a love letter written to a girl far away. I don’t know why, but this letter was not sent. A man with deep affection in his heart seems to have poured out all his love and turned it into these words, engraved on the paper.
superior.
He looked down line by line. Although he felt a little numb, he just shook his head slightly. Young people who are just starting to fall in love are all in this situation. I don't know if the girl in the distance looks like her sweetheart.
Remembering him the same.
The boy left his hometown and his beloved girl, struggling to survive in this strange city, looking for an opportunity to get ahead, and looking forward to one day returning to his hometown in fine clothes and returning to the girl. However, from the letter, it seemed that the boy's life was not as good as it was.
Not particularly satisfactory.
His eyes stopped quietly at the signature of the letter. Although the three dragon and phoenix service typists were missing some strokes, he still recognized it. The signature was his name - Qian Wu.
sick.
Is this me in the future? He suddenly realized, no matter what happens to me, it turns out that in the future, I am just an inconspicuous life among thousands of people. In this dream-like existence, I am an ant-like existence.
.
A letter passed through his hands, but none of them were sent. When it came to the last letter, he finally knew why these letters were not sent. At the bottom of the stack of letters, there was a
In the pink envelope, the girl from far away seemed to have found a new love. She decisively broke up with the old love who loved him deeply. The feelings of these years, in the girl's mouth,
It seems that it is just a trivial matter. The words "I think he is more suitable for me" will send the young man who loves him deeply into the endless abyss.
He already knew what happened next. The young man, or himself in later generations, lay dead on the street in decadence, like a wild dog that no one cares about. His ideals, his ambitions, and the girl he loved were all gone.
I no longer have anything to do with him.
Maybe, I can know all this because my future generations have lost too many grievances and too many wishes. Could it be said that these unfinished things in future generations are left to me to help him complete?
The strange noise came from my ears, and the whole room shook. The door, the window, the table and chairs, and even the bed under me became distorted. The strange noise became louder and louder. Finally, the whole room began to shake.
The room, like a huge bubble, exploded in front of his eyes with a bang. He was startled and opened his eyes suddenly, looking for the source of the sound.
"Get up, get up!" The source of the sound was right in front of his eyes. He turned his head with some effort. On the left and right sides, there were horses' bodies exuding smell of odor. When he looked under him, it turned out that he was
He was lying between two horses that were walking slowly. Under him, a large bag that looked like cowhide or sheepskin covered his entire body.
"I can't die!" The accent was a bit weird, but it still sounded like Mandarin. Qian Wubing shook his head, he was not dead!
"Water!" His throat felt as dry as a knife, and Qian Wubing couldn't help but groan.
A water bag appeared in his mouth, and he struggled to suck the cold water from the water bag, taking this opportunity to figure out his current situation.
In front of him, behind him and on both sides, there were walking horses. In addition to the weird accent of the man who gave him water in front of him, there were also murmurs in the distance that he couldn't understand but knew that they were Tatars.
He finally knew where the strange and indistinguishable sounds in his dreams came from.
He was captured by the Tatars!
He made this judgment almost instantly, but why didn't the Tatars kill him? A wounded soldier like himself wouldn't be of much value even if he was kidnapped!
"You're lucky, kid. Don't pretend to be dead. After I've treated you, if you die, it would be a disgrace to me!" The weird accent sounded again.
Qian Wubing turned his head slightly, and then he saw the speaker. Sitting on the saddle next to him was a guy wearing a thick leather robe. From the tone of his voice, it seemed that he was a doctor in the Tatar army.
"Mongol?"
"Han Chinese?"
"They are Mongolians!" The man sighed, "I have forgotten those days when I was a Han Chinese. I haven't spoken Chinese in these years, so I have almost forgotten them all!"
"Thank you!" Qian Wubing struggled and clasped his fists, "No matter what, thank you for saving my life!"
"Don't thank me. I'm not sure whether this life is yours!" The man took out a wine bag from his back and drank a few sips. "You have to really thank me. Wait a minute Agelina
The flag master is here, just don’t pretend to be dead for me!”