Autumn in Yancheng always comes earlier than elsewhere.
The mountain path was covered with golden fallen leaves. Yan Gui dismounted from his horse, and his shiny armor was covered with dirty bloodstains.
He hasn't slept for three days and three nights.
It is said that one should not chase a desperate enemy, but Yan Gui chased him for three days.
On the first day, he killed nearly ten thousand enemies. He stopped to chew a few bites of dry bread and read the letter sent by Xiaoqing.
No more, no less, just seventeen words. What’s wrong with this girl
Doesn't she miss him
Why did he only write these few words? Yan Gui thought that he would at least receive a letter with dozens of words, if not hundreds.
She should pout her lips in a naive way and complain to him about the boring journey, the bumpy carriage, the unrefined food and the dust everywhere.
I hope you are well. I will be back late.
Where is it all right? How late will it be
I really wanted to catch this girl and give her a beating, but when I thought of my own slaps on her tender body, I suddenly couldn't bear to do it.
enemy.
Yan Gui looked at the seventeen-character letter again, folded it carefully, and put it in his arms.
There is no ink or paper here, and I can't write a letter to her with blood.
Seeing the maple forest in the distance, Yan Gui's eyes lit up.
After he leaped, the soldiers thought that an enemy was coming and were about to get up, but they saw their general hanging himself on a maple tree and breaking off a maple leaf.
After picking and choosing, Ding Er doubted that the general could pick all the leaves in this maple forest if he hadn't had to chase the enemy.
Finally, I picked one that I was somewhat satisfied with. I tore off a piece of the snow-white lining, wrapped it carefully, put it in a bamboo tube, and flapped Xiaoqing's wings.
Ding Si just happened to catch a wild rabbit and threw it to Xiaoqing.
Everyone watched as it tore the food apart, devoured it ravenously, then flapped its wings and flew off in the direction of the capital.
... ...
At this moment, Weiyang was holding the wordless letter that General Yan asked Xiaoqing to bring to her, a piece of white cloth with a smell of sweat, and a deformed maple leaf wrapped inside.
Wei Yang stared at the white cloth that had been soaked with a little pink juice, and the maple leaf had lost its original luster. This fool, this time he didn't say a word.
Ding Wu, who was standing by, saw Wei Yang staring at the maple leaf in front of her and couldn't help but remind her in a low voice: "The general should be in Yancheng now."
Yes, we have arrived in Yancheng. The enemy is invading. Let alone writing a letter, it would be a blessing to have a little news sent back.
"Konggu, grinding ink."
Weiyang got on the carriage, found the jewelry box, and carefully placed the maple leaf aside.
On the snow-white rice paper, Wei Yang drew a circle, and then as if she was not satisfied, she drew another small circle.
Maybe I was addicted to drawing, I actually circled all the way and filled a piece of paper with circles.
Only the two circles in the middle are clean and isolated from the world.
I want to express my longing for you but I have no way to do so, so I draw a circle. My words are outside the circle, but my heart is inside. The single circle is me, and the double circle is you. You have me in your heart, and I have you in my heart. The moon will be full again after it wanes, and it will be waning again after it is full. A full circle is reunion, and a half circle is separation. I draw circles densely, and you must know my intention. There is still countless longing for you, and I will draw circles all the way to the end.
No matter whether he has read this poem or not, just send the two circles to him.
Poor Xiaoqing, she had just had a big meal of meat at Ding Wu's place and now had to set off in the direction of the general.
If it knew that it had been running back and forth these days to deliver letters, but what it delivered was just a maple leaf, a piece of waste paper with circles drawn on it, would it be so angry that it would vomit blood
Be a Saker Falcon, why don’t you let me do something else instead of delivering the letter!