In the end, the two brothers of the Yuan family used the excuse that they accidentally knocked over the charcoal brazier to deceive them about the reason why their hands were burned at the same time. Fortunately, it was only a flesh injury and nothing serious.
In fact, Yuanmao has no time to take care of them recently. During the 20 days that King Jingyuan was in Guangningwei, he had to handle countless affairs and prepare for the winter. Liaodong is an extremely cold place. In winter, all the city defenses, food, armor, chariots and horses are different from those in summer due to seasonal changes. Just keeping out the cold is enough to be busy for a while. This time, it has been delayed for a long time because it has to take the lead in preparing the supplies for the Feng family army.
Seeing that two thousand good horses had been prepared, and King Jingyuan was about to leave his camp and return to Datong, all the officials and soldiers in Guangning were relieved.
Only two people were not happy at all, two little people.
At this time, they would be at the racecourse again, Feng Ye violently grabbed the grass on the ground, his palms were red from being strangled, but he didn't realize it, he just said in a muffled voice: "It's better for you to be slower when you meet horses."
Yuan Sikong had no choice but to say, "That will delay the military plane."
"But I don't want to leave yet." Feng Ye looked at Yuan Sikong, his big black eyes clearly looked pitiful, "I haven't seen the trees covered with silver flowers you mentioned, and I haven't seen the horse galloping on the ice yet. Also... there are many places, many interesting things, you didn't take me there."
Why isn't Yuansi hollow feeling very stuffy in his heart. Feng Ye can be said to be the first friend he made. Although there is a huge difference between the two of them, and the acquaintance process is quite absurd, but Feng Ye is so sincere and lovely, and has the same heart for the world as him, I am afraid that I will never meet such a friend again. people.
Yuan Sikong lowered his head in frustration, and didn't know what to say to blow away the thick and pervasive sorrow of parting.
Feng Ye suddenly grabbed Yuan Sikong's sleeve, with pure light flashing in his eyes: "Why don't you follow me back to Datong, and when you grow up, you will be my military advisor!"
Yuan Sikong smiled wryly and said, "You're so imaginative."
"Why am I so whimsical? I'll go and tell my father right away." Feng Ye was about to stand up as he spoke.
Yuan Sikong pulled him back, and said softly, "Feng Ye, I can't leave my father and mother, and I don't want to leave Liaodong either."
Feng Ye curled his lips: "You are not your own."
"But they treat me like their own." Yuan Sikong cast his eyes into the distance, and there was a fire of faith burning in his eyes, "If I leave Liaodong one day, I must go to Qiuwei. Repay them for their upbringing with the title of the gold list."
However, Feng Ye's eyes dimmed. He actually understood how Yuan Sikong could easily leave his parents' hometown, but he felt very uncomfortable when he thought that the two of them were about to part and didn't know when they would see each other again. He murmured, "When will we meet again?"
"We will definitely meet." Yuan Sikong pulled himself together, "Just like King Jingyuan said, one day in the future, maybe you and I will be officials in the same dynasty."
"What about being an official in the same dynasty? You are in Shuntian and I am in Datong. How many times can we meet each other in this lifetime?"
"We will meet." Yuan Sikong said firmly, "I have a hunch that we will definitely meet."
Feng Ye was silent for a while, then suddenly grabbed Yuan Sikong's hand.
Yuan Sikong flinched in pain.
Feng Ye hurriedly let go of his hand: "Did you touch it?"
Yuan Sikong looked at the white gauze wrapped around his hand: "It's okay."
"I want to give this to you." Feng Ye handed over a short blade, the knife cover is extremely exquisitely carved, and it is also inlaid with luxurious gemstones, which is very valuable at first glance.
Yuan Sikong hesitated for a moment, and gently pulled out the dagger. He didn't know knives, but seeing that the blade in his hand was like autumn frost, sharp as wheat, and exuding a chill, it must be a good knife, so he quickly inserted it back. , "This dagger is too expensive, I can't take it."
"Just keep it if you tell me." Feng Ye stuffed it into his arms, "Father gave it to me, and now I'm giving it to you. One day in the future, you will take it to recognize me."
Yuan Sikong held the dagger hesitantly: "But..."
Feng Ye made a small face: "Do you dare to disobey orders?"
Yuan Sikong chuckled: "Fengye, thank you. But... I don't know how to use daggers either."
"What's so difficult about this." Feng Ye pulled out the dagger, stabbed forward, and then lightly tossed the dagger up. He flipped to the ground, held it with his backhand, and smoothly slid across the void.
Yuan Sikong clapped his hands: "Pretty."
Feng Ye played with the dagger that was as long as his forearm: "What is this? I use the sword to make it better. One day in the future, I will use the saber, the shooting star, and the spear, so that the Feng Jialang flag can be waved." The world!"
Yuan Sikong was infected by Feng Ye, and his chest was also clamoring: "You have your ambition to prancing horses, and I also have mine. One day, with a pen in my hand, I can also scare the world.
"Okay!" Feng Ye raised his dagger, pointed to the northwest, and said in a childish but unimpaired childish voice: "Yuan Sikong, you and I have agreed that after ten years, you will be a high official and I will be a general." , The two of us work hand in hand to secure the inside and the outside, help the country, drive out the barbarians, pacify the world, make an indelible contribution, and leave a name for the ages, how about it?!"
Yuan Sikong's starry eyes sparkled, and he was full of heroism: "Make an indelible contribution, leave a name for the ages! It's a deal!"
At that moment, the spirit of the young man with lofty aspirations was so bright that even Chi Ri was overshadowed by it.
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The day of parting has finally come.
Yuan Sikong followed Yuan Mao to the outside of the city.
When the adults drank wine and practiced, Feng Ye and Yuan Sikong said goodbye.
"Feng Ye, I have nothing to give you..." Yuan Sikong took out a book, "This "Sun Tzu's Art of War" is an annotation I summed up after inheriting the thoughts of the sages. I have never led soldiers, so I must not have enough notes. Good, but it’s easier for you to understand.” In fact, this book was used by him to give lectures to Yuan Nanyu, such as Cao Gong and other famous marshals through the ages. Accurate is accurate, but it is often too brief. It is too brief for children. Especially obscure and difficult to understand, he also read many people's notes before summing it up.
Feng Ye took the old book and stroked the yellowed and curled cover: "Okay, I will definitely read it carefully."
Yuan Sikong looked at Feng Ye, with a thousand thoughts stuck in his throat, he didn't know which one to say.
Feng Ye looked up at Yuan Sikong, his eyes suddenly turned red.
Yuan Sikong also felt his nose sore, and his lips trembled slightly.
Feng Ye suddenly pointed at him: "Don't cry, men don't cry easily."
Yuan Sikong blinked hard: "You too, whoever cries is a little lady."
Feng Ye smiled with tears in his eyes: "Sikong, I'm leaving. When we meet again, you will no longer be my opponent."
Yuan Sikong also smiled and said: "When we meet again, we will not be rivals." We will be friends and colleagues fighting side by side.
Feng Ye suddenly rushed over, stood on tiptoe, hugged him vigorously, then turned around and left, and waved his hands forcefully: "There will be a time later!"
Feng Lie looked at Feng Ye who was walking towards him, smiled helplessly, bent down and picked him up, Feng Ye put his arms around Feng Lie's neck, buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder, and remained motionless.
In Yuan Sikong's blurred vision, Feng Ye got on his horse, and as the Feng family's army gradually moved away, the Feng family's wolf flag fluttering in the cold wind in Liaodong became a scene he would never forget in his life.
Yuan Mao touched Yuan Sikong's head, Yuan Sikong hugged Yuan Mao's waist, tears rolled down his cheeks.
Feng Ye, goodbye, you and I will definitely see you again.