His style was stupefied when he saw Xiao Ying's neck at the edge of his neck, just like waking up from a dream, if he is not saved at this moment, he will undoubtedly die. She hurriedly fit in and threw herself in front of him, no matter what the weapon was, there was only Xiao Ying in her heart.
Balha blushed with anger, raised his knife and slashed his face straight towards the back of Xiao Ying's neck. Qiqiqi rushed forward in desperation, speed and incomparable. He couldn't stop the knife, and the blade was on her creamy white and tender snowy neck. A blood-red hole was made.
Balha thundered like the sky, stiffened on the spot, holding a bloody waist knife, unblinking his eyes as he watched Qiqige fall to the ground, like a gossamer. After a long while, Fang wailed up to the sky like a wolf, then lowered his head with tears, and said to Qiqige: "I will die with you!" With his right hand holding the dangling waist knife, the tip of the knife was inserted into his chest and banged. With a cry, he fell to the ground with breathlessness.
No one expected it to develop into such a field.
Qiqige was still conscious at this moment, she watched Barha pierced through the chamber and died in front of her with a dull expression, as if there was too much helplessness in this world, and she could not support it. Balha and himself have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and now he is dead on the spot, and he is not heartbroken. However, although the matter was miserable, it was only as if a loved one had died. Fortunately, the one I love is still snuggling up next to me, holding his dying body.
She rolled her neck and looked back, her eyes were infinitely tender and full of happiness, and she whispered softly: "Brother Alang, you tell me, you like him, you are not as bad as they say, all this is a misunderstanding, yes Isn't it?"
Xiao Ying was still sitting on the ground, letting Qiqige's head rest on his lap, tears hitting her beautiful pale face like rain.
He was about to speak, his breath of breath was gradually rushing, he slowly stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eye, and whispered: "Alang brother, I have a thousand words to tell you at this moment, but unfortunately there is no time, don't you Speak, will you listen to me?"
Xiao Ying nodded.
Qiqige continued: "Brother Alang, whether you are good or bad, Qi'er now has some love in his heart, and it is not in vain for this life. I know you don't like Qier, and you are willing to shed tears for his son, and Qier is already satisfied. It's..." The sound gradually became inaudible like mosquitoes and flies.
Xiao Ying was about to tell her: "Everything is not what you think." But as soon as she closed her eyes, she immediately disappeared.
Xiao Ying's tears rained, heartbroken. Thinking back to her own style, she thought that although she loved herself, she still didn't fully understand her heart until she died, she still couldn't figure out whether she was good or bad, and she still mistakenly thought that she refused the marriage because she didn't love her. . She was full of bitterness and wanted to talk to her, but she was asleep for a long time. From now on, to whom will the pain in her heart be told
Holding Qiqige’s slowly cold body, despite the rain of tears, his heart returned to all the things that had happened since his acquaintance. It's all sweet memories. In the hazy rain of tears, I can see Qiqige wandering on the distant grassland, singing a song that Xiao Ying has heard several times on the way home:
"Lin Hua thanked Chunhong and was too hurried. The cold rain came and the wind came in the evening. The rouge tears keep people drunk, and how long will it be heavy. Since people grow and hate water, they will grow east..."
Although the songs on the Mongolian grasslands are nice, Xiao Ying can listen to it but can’t sing it. She learned this song in the Central Plains not long ago. Every time Xiao Ying listens to her singing, she feels strange in her heart. Feeling that I was so close to her, I also chanted softly.
At this moment, he was immersed in grief, and there was both fantasy and reality in front of him. He couldn't help but hummed this song in his mouth. Suddenly he slapped his face with a slap in the face. He was shocked, and he heard someone yelling at him. : "Keep people drunk, keep you a big-headed ghost, people are dead, what else to keep!"
He heard an old and majestic voice saying: "Mosang and Tara, you are both old and disrespectful, and you are obsessed with money. First you hear that Xiao Ying is worth ten thousand gold, and then you want to kill it quickly; then you hear that the scary hairpin is worthless. The evil thoughts of keeping people and taking hairpins arose. I think that everyone in my tribe is a clamorous hero, all heroes. When have they done such wicked deeds?" It was Batutuo who was speaking. Here, the Tara he was talking about was the fat old man.
When Xiao Ying heard the words, she slowly turned her head to follow the prestige, and saw Mosang and Tara, two old men, one thin and one fat, both tied up, kneeling on the ground, with a dejected expression.
As soon as the spirit of Qiqixiang was gone, he was distraught. He didn't know who Battuoli was rescued, when he arrived, and when Mosang and Tara were captured and bound
After listening to Batutori's words, everyone was in awe, and everyone felt like a hero, with a righteous face and standing proudly.
At this time, someone proposed to immediately kill Xiao Ying and avenge the compatriots who died.
Battuoli said something to stabilize everyone's emotions. He burst into tears, looking at Qiqi who died in Xiao Ying's arms, his whole body trembled and whimpered. Unexpectedly, the beautiful little granddaughter, who was still jubilant, charming and charming yesterday, is already separated from her own yin and yang at this time, and there is no time to meet.
Suddenly hurt, I was afraid to come closer and look at my granddaughter.
Xiao Ying gently stroked Qiqige's black hair, carefully twisted a strand, and picked up a steel knife underground.
The crowd only said that he wanted to find a short sight, but saw him cut off a few strands of hair on his head with a knife and put it in his arms.
The evening breeze was blowing, and the vast prairie was silent.
Qiqige's body was buried in the twilight crow, and the darkness struck, only the star lights were lit in front of the mound, and the old and the young sat alone beside the lamp.
It was the beginning of a new day. Battuoli dragged a heavy pace, went for a long while, led two camels back slowly. The camels were old and young, and they looked like mother and son.
I saw Battuoli lead the two camels to Qiqige's grave, drew out the knives, with the back of the blade facing the sky, and carried it on the shoulders.
With a soft chirp, the little camel groaned, and blood spurted from the neck, and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the old camel rang up to the sky with a long cry, then bowed his head, and licked the little camel with his tongue, causing sadness and tears.
Xiao Ying Daqi, secretly thought: "Animals are so affectionate, let alone people! But I don't know why Batutoli is so so?"
Battuoli's brows were sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, and he threw the bloody waist knife aside, sat down beside Xiao Ying, and said in a bleak voice: "We Mongolians have lived a nomadic life for generations. Certainly. It’s not easy to find this vast prairie, the place where you once lived, not to mention the small cemetery..."
At that time, the Mongols’ funerals were extremely simple, with few other things except for the sacrifice of animals. In order to avoid the digging of jackals, tigers and leopards, the burial ground is not built, but the burial is level with the ground, hammered firmly, and then faked with turf, it is finished.
Battuoli said: "At this time next year, Qi'er's grave is already covered with grass. I will take this old camel to find it. The place where it screams and weeping is Qi'er's cemetery." He Wiped a handful of old tears, choked up and said: "When the time comes, it will sacrifice its children, and I will sacrifice my children..." Before finishing speaking, she couldn't cry.
Xiao Yingdai wanted to comfort him a few words, and she burst into tears without realizing it. Has she ever suffered less pain than Batutoli
I was sorrowful in my heart, and heard a gentle and sentimental song from far away:
"A glass of wine with a new song, the weather used to be the old pavilion last year. How long will the setting sun go. Reluctantly, the flowers have fallen, it seems that the familiar Yan returned, and the small garden fragrant walks alone..."
Xiao Yingchi looked into the distance and saw a woman standing on the grass in front of her, her clothes fluttering and her appearance off the dust. Woman, isn't it a unique style?" He immediately got up and ran after him, wanting to see what happened.
The woman's dress was fluttering, her ring was jingle, and she performed light work, and she flew farther and farther as if she didn't even touch her feet.
Xiao Ying was not healed from a serious injury, and chased him for a while, already panting, where could he catch up? There is a red spot on the grass in front of Suujue, and when I look closer, it is a blood-red flower the size of a bowl. Picking up a smell, the flowers still have a lingering fragrance, but the woman has gone too far, and the goose yellow dress has become a little bit, and gradually disappeared into the sky.
The name of Qiqi has reverberated throughout the grassland long ago, and its beauty and kindness have become a good story in the hearts of herdsmen. This miracle spread on the Mongolian steppe. People associate the beautiful woman and flowers that Xiao Ying saw, and it becomes Qiqige that the soul returns to heaven after death, but her love with Xiao Ying is unbroken. Entering the mortal dust and him for a while, left an unknown flower on the prairie. Feeling that her beauty has brought vitality to the prairie, they named the flowers she left behind "Qiqige".
Since then, the Mongolians have referred to all the flowers as "Qiqige".
Xiao Ying vaguely felt that the woman was not her character, but someone else. But he thought to himself: "Even if it's not in its own right, why not leave the world with a beautiful vision and hope!" So he never mentioned it.
Xiao Ying and Battuoli guarded Qiqige's grave day and night, unconsciously, four days had passed.
Although Xiao Ying's injury had been treated day and night, she was helplessly injured, and because of the grief in her heart, she couldn't concentrate on it, so her recovery was extremely slow, and she recovered less than 10% in four days and nights.
Thousands of martial arts people in the Central Plains have been kidnapped, Master and all the seniors have been separated for many years and they have not met, Li Feiyan’s predecessor’s last wish has not come, and Su Wanqing’s disappearance does not know his life or death. Insufficient, I only have less than a year to survive in the world. Everything is pulling the body, the heart is numb, even more unable to calm down and restore martial arts.
This evening, Battuoli said: "Brother Xiao, our village will set off to another place tomorrow. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of yin and yang. You don’t have to worry about what happened on the grassland. , With your intentions for his son, Lao Er is already satisfied. We want to see each other indefinitely..."