He murmured: "However, let me advise you, even if you find that thing, it's best not to use it. My ancestors mentioned a love story, it is said that I want to continue my life or I want to tie it to the next life. , I can't remember clearly, but in the end it was very difficult, life is better than death, and I don't know what to do..."
He said, as if mocking himself: "However, I've told so many people about this, and no one believes me, they all say I'm crazy. Just listen to me like this, let's go, let's go, I'll sleep again. Come back to sleep."
"I'm not too busy to panic. Besides, can I continue my life?" Xue Xian replied casually, waved at the old man Qu, and pushed Xuan Min out the door.
When asked what they wanted to ask, the two of them naturally would not delay any longer, and immediately followed the narrow path in the village and walked towards the entrance of the village. Halfway out of the village, when passing the river pond, Xue Xian inadvertently glanced into the distance, but saw that the wounded soldier really stood guard in front of the door, as if planning to grow old in sixty years.
In fact, he didn't quite understand this kind of overly intense emotion, whether it was the "father's love" in the mouth of old man Qu, or the wounded soldier who cried hideously, the kind of emotion contained in what they did. Emotions, he really can't feel the same.
He had also met a fellow soldier, about sixty or seventy years ago.
It was a desert in the extreme north, and he followed the sky to spread some rain. When I got there, I saw the wind blowing, the sand filled the sky, and the ground was covered with bones. Burnt chariots, shattered battle flags, and rotten and broken armor lay ten miles away.
The soldier was sitting alone on the edge of the chariot at that time, with one foot bent, the void was pedaling on the upturned wheel, and he supported his head and looked at the broken flag beside him.
Xue Xian only glanced at it and knew that it was a wild soul that had been dead for more than half a year. Everyone else left early, only he, who didn't know what to think about, didn't leave. Xue Xiansheng was a little lazy, and he was not a warm-hearted person. He didn't intend to care about him.
That lonely soul has been wandering around for a long time, and his mind is a little cloudy. No matter who Xue Xian is, he just dragged him and rambled on the beans. Just like the wounded soldier, he spoke out of the blue, which was rather difficult to understand.
Xue Xian always looked at his mood when he was doing things. That day, he happened to look at the corpses and felt a little emotional, so he was a little more patient with the lonely soul and tolerated the nonsense he talked for a long time. In conclusion, there are only two things, one is "if this battle is won," and the other is "don't dare to go on the road".
"I'm not afraid of death, why are you afraid of going on the road?" Xue Xian asked.
The lonely soul continued to talk for a while, before Xue Xian barely understood: he was afraid that he would go on the road, and he would have to live in his next life, but his wife still stayed in this life, he was afraid of leaving I'll never get a chance to see you again.
"I don't have a chance to see you." Xue Xian said, "You are tied here and can't leave."
The lonely soul looked at him sadly, and continued to talk for a long time with gestures: If only I could remember to find her in the next life, it would be less uncomfortable. If there is still fate, it is best to meet her from a young age, watch her grow up a little bit, from a little girl to a big girl, and then marry her, there is no need to live and die like the most ordinary little days in the play. That's alright, it's better... let's not have any more wars...
Xue Xian looked at the wild corpses and listened to his sour tirade, but he didn't find it annoying.
Before he left, he threw a long rope to the lonely soul.
"What are you doing with the rope? I'm already dead, so I don't need to hang?" The lonely soul asked with a sullen mind.
Xue Xian said angrily, "Take a circle around your left wrist to make a mark. Don't you want to look for someone in your next life? Although it won't make you remember these bits and pieces, the mark will be more conspicuous after all. If you think deeply enough, you can really find it.”
That lonely soul lingered for half a year just because of this little concern. It was over now, so naturally he didn't stay any longer. When Xue Xian left, he also went his own way.
Now, when Xue Xian saw the wounded soldier, he thought of the lonely soul again. Sixty or seventy years later, he still doesn't quite understand the kind of emotion he can't forget after his death.
However, when he remembered these bits and pieces of the past, he unconsciously glanced at Xuan Min.
"What?" Xuan Min, who was half a step ahead, asked in a low voice when he saw Xue Xian's footsteps paused.
Xue Xian came back, only to realize that his eyes were on Xuan Min's shoulders, "Oh", and turned his eyes away, "It's nothing, I just remembered a passerby."
"Passerby?" Xuan Min glanced at the other side of Hetang, then turned to Xue Xian.
But Xue Xian