"Damn it, Xiao Qi, you finally woke up!" Du Jingtian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, making two shallow dimples.
Li Kuo scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "What I said was all in my sleep, don't take it seriously."
Du Jingtian put the porcelain plate on the bedside table and complained with a pouted mouth: "You are so tired, you don't even talk when you sleep!"
The girl quickly took off the hand towel from the wooden stand in front of the bed and put it into the washbasin, soaking it three times.
"Here you go, you're still in a daze!" Madam Du's wife condensed the handkerchief into a twist shape to make sure it would stop dripping, and then handed it to the boy.
"Thank you!" Li Kuo took the handkerchief and wiped it on his face, feeling refreshed immediately.
"Tell me how to thank you. If you really want to thank me, where can you start?" Du Jingtian rolled her eyes at him and put her hands on her waist.
Li Kuo's heart felt warm. Yes, there were so many people in Chang'an who loved and cared for him selflessly.
Aren’t all the hearts of people in this world as black and dirty as charcoal fire?
"I heard, I heard that you became a captain? What kind of official is this?" The atmosphere in the room was a little awkward. Du Jingtian wrung his hands and asked in a low voice.
"Oh! That's what you're talking about." Li Kuo put his handkerchief on the wooden frame and showed a rare smile: "In the army, he is considered a moderate official, bigger than a captain and smaller than a general.
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"That's good, at least this battle was not in vain!" After a slight pause, the mother lowered her voice and said: "You don't know that His Majesty the Emperor is going to give a big reward to the meritorious generals in the Longyou War. You are so dedicated.
, after earning so much military merit, why can’t you be named a general?”
"I..."
"Is Kuo'er awake?" The sound of soft footsteps sounded outside the house, and Li Lu gently opened the door curtain and said softly.
Li Kuo turned his head slightly and clearly saw the face that he was very familiar with and missed so much.
"Auntie!" The corners of the young man's eyes were sore, and two lines of tears welled up unsatisfactorily.
"Don't cry, it's all over, let's not cry!" Mrs. Li Lu stepped forward and hugged her son, comforting her lovingly and patting the child's back. The house in Linhu Lane 23 was like this
In a place as big as the palm of your hand, there are only a few dozen steps from the inner room to the outside. How can you still not hear any sound clearly?
Kuo'er had nightmares and babbled for several days in a row. Looking at the sweat on his forehead, Li Lu's heart felt like a needle prick. This child has grown up and has his own ideas. Some things will only become more profound.
Buried in the bottom of my heart, I refused to worry myself. Fully half of the hundreds of thousands of men in Longyou were lost in Chiling. The road leading to the stone castle was filled in with corpses by the men of the Han family.
How many of the men who went to the fortress with their sons from Chang'an City to seek fame and fame have come back alive? They rode to the battlefield and returned with their bodies wrapped in horse leather. Well, they returned with their bodies wrapped in horse leather! Little did they know that wrapping their bodies in horse leather was only a privilege for officers and marquises, and children from poor families were often found on the battlefield.
I made a nest for others, but in the end I couldn't even fit a straw mat in!
This child has changed since he came back from Longyou. Kuo'er, who was usually chatting and laughing, and straightforward and cheerful, has become taciturn, steady and quiet. Sometimes Li Lu will have an illusion and mistake her son for her husband. He and his
My grandfather is as tall as me, with broad shoulders, and even the look in his eyes is as deep as mine.
The most important thing is that they both want to be strong and have a good face, and they have never surrendered to anyone in their lives!
Li Lu gathered up the loose hair on her boy's temples and said softly: "You have a good rest for a few days and don't think about those miscellaneous things. In a few days, His Majesty will have a banquet for the heroes of the Longyou Battle at Xingqing Palace.
You can't go there with a sick body."
Ever since our boy came back from Longyou, the neighbors have been jealous of him. Whether it was Aunt Sun in the neighboring house or Widow Wu across the street, who didn't give a thumbs up and praise Kuo'er for his great achievements? You know, our boy is so talented
With this fame earned through his own true ability, he has shone brightly at a young age and revitalized his family!
Even though he is tall and tall, he is still a young man who is not as good as a weakling. The aristocratic children of his age are either fighting cocks and lackeys, or they only know how to sing the wind and the moon. How can they understand the sorrow of life? Kuo'er him
It was really hard for him to have to take on so many responsibilities at such a young age.
But Mrs. Li Lu is also proud of her son. He is worthy of being her husband’s son. From the moment he draws out his black knife to defend his home, he is worthy of being a man!
Many neighbors marveled at their son's heroic deeds. Those who had a girl even dragged their matchmakers to visit them through their complicated connections, and sent numerous birthdays and horoscopes, vowing to marry the Li family.
He became a good friend of the Qin and Jin Dynasties. There were also juniors with the same surname who could not be beaten by eight poles. They came to visit him, hoping to take care of him under the Li family in Jingzhao so that he could be born into a good family.
This is the crossing where my son broke through, and this is the family fortune that his son earned!
Li Kuo pulled his head out of his mother's arms and smiled awkwardly: "Look at me, such a big child, and..."
Li Lushi pretended to be slightly angry and said: "How old is a child who is not ordinary in the eyes of mother? Don't say that you are not yet a weakling, even if you marry a daughter-in-law, in mother's heart you are still the same coquettish young man!"
"Let go of what you have to let go. Only by giving up can you gain something!" Li Lu changed the topic and said calmly: "There is nothing absolutely fair in this world. People can't live in their memories all their lives. Only by stepping out can you see it.
It's a long way to go. You still have a long way to go, so don't get upset about it."
"Yeah." The young man nodded, but he didn't completely agree.
People can't live in memory forever, yes, they can't live in memory.
But, can you really let go of it completely? Can you really let go of the naked betrayal?
That night, the moon was cold, the stars were bright, and the armor was shining brightly.
If the third brother Zigu had not clearly stated his position with his five thousand subordinates and firmly stood on his side, would Gao Xiuyan, who had a deep personal grudge with him, let him go? If he hadn't been afraid of thousands of white wolf cavalry coming from the mouth of the river, and he was burdened with
Li Linfu's secretly ordered marching commander would allow himself to see the rising sun the next day? If Wang Xiaochun hadn't outflanked General Gao Da's retreat and made him scrupulous, could he have allowed himself, the unwarranted 'rebel' of the Tang Dynasty, to get out of Tubo?
The firm will of brothers Tongwu, Zhenwu, and Xiongwu made him determined to take on the responsibilities of a man! The bravery of the White Wolf tribe warriors made him stand upright with his sword drawn, and he bent his bow and plucked the strings in front of the two armies!
Sometimes, people are not only interested in the three-pointed land beside themselves, but also the commitment to their brothers!
The memory is mixed with a touch of sadness, which goes straight into the bone marrow like fine wine.
Since it is good wine, you should taste it slowly and taste it slowly to taste your own taste!
The young man raised his head and looked out the window. Deep in his memory, the sound of the wind was still strong. The buried bones and blood had long been silent in the dark night.
What has passed away is cold, but what is drifting has not yet ended.
The blood rolled off the dust, and the corners were endless. The young man allowed his memory to ride the breeze all the way eastward, crushing the fallen leaves on the ground.