Outside the city in the mist and mist, the army was taking an oath before setting off for the expedition. The loud oath was transmitted through the mighty army. When heard in Wen Jian's ears, it seemed to completely close the distance between him and Qingzhi out of thin air. Far…
Southern Xinjiang is too far.
Wen Jian didn't know why Qingzhi suddenly made such a decision. Was it because of him
If it was because of him, then he regretted saying those words.
He said those words because he didn't want Qingzhi to feel even sadder after learning the truth, but he didn't want Qingzhi to go to such a distant place and suffer hardship.
This is not what he wants.
He finally got off the carriage and chased along the front of the army.
He was young and immature, dressed in military uniform, with his hair tied up, staring in the distance with an expressionless expression, no longer as frightened and uneasy as when he held him the day before.
For a moment, he had the illusion that Qingzhi had finally grown up under the baptism of such pain.
And he doesn't want his child to grow up at all.
He always felt that he would always protect Qingzhi and prevent Qingzhi from being hurt at all, but after all, it was him who made her hurt...
The rain fell one after another, hitting him coldly.
He heard a familiar voice with a cold voice giving the order: "Let's go."
Then Wen Jian didn't know if it was her own hoarse voice and called her "Qingzhi". Qingzhi reined in the horse, sat on the horse and calmly turned around and saw Wen Jian's person.
Qingzhi's face was still expressionless, she just stared at him for a moment, and then looked away lightly.
Wen Jian did not catch up again.
In a trance, there seemed to be an illusion that nothing happened between them. They were still the same as before, when she went on an expedition and he saw him off.
He remembered what she said, to stand behind her every time and watch her walk, so that no matter how far Qingzhi walked, she would no longer be afraid when she thought of Brother Jian behind her.
But this time, when Wen Jian watched Qingzhi leave, she felt that her heart was being torn out and cut off, and she was so painful that she could hardly breathe.
Qingzhi was not much better, probably because she was too reluctant to let her go. She took advantage of the rain and did not dare to ask her parents to send her out of the city. She was afraid that she would be reluctant to let her parents go and couldn't help but think about it. Want to cry.
Because this is Qingzhi's first time to go to such a far place. Although her parents will make preparations for her in southern Xinjiang in advance, she still has to leave Beicheng.
Moreover, it is a departure with an uncertain return date.
She thought she was ready, but when she looked back and saw Wen Jian, she could not deny that the city she had finally built in her heart was once again shattered.
She had to set off quickly to prevent Wen Jian from seeing her expressionless face with tears streaming down her face after turning around...
Qingzhi tried very hard to pretend that she was still the same as before. She was as ignorant of the world as ever, and she was always like a little girl who had not grown up. Every time, Wen Jian had to watch her leave.
But she had to understand clearly and painfully that she might have grown up.
Perhaps, this is the price of growing up.
Qingzhi left after all.
The two people clearly saw each other, but they couldn't even say a word.
Wen Jian returned to the house in despair. Wen Zhigu saw that the gauze on Wen Jian's head had been stained red with blood. She grabbed his hand and called him several times,