many years ago.
Xin Jing rode his horse on the pasture, and the strong wind hit his cheek, he laughed loudly without any scruples. Ji Baiyue, who was chasing after him, raised his whip and shouted, and a group of Beiyang boys roared back and forth with him.
Xin Li jumped onto the wooden fence, opened his arms, and shouted, "Brother!"
Xin Jing passed by in a hurry, Xin Li blew his whistle fiercely, then got on the saddle, and chased after the horse. He was jolting, swinging his whip, overtook Xin Jing from the crowd, and said loudly, "Brother! Take me to the north to catch wild horses!"
"I'll take you there if I can keep up." Xin Jing glanced at him, and the horse under his seat jumped out.
Wu Yu followed the horse and sneered, "No one will care about you when you get out of the pasture. It's useless to pee your pants and call you big brother!"
Xin Li turned serious and said, "The one who pissed his pants is the grandson of a turtle! There are no cowards in my Xin family in Beiyang! Just run away, and I will obey you today!"
After finishing speaking, he chased the horse desperately, stared at Xin Jing's back and rushed out.
Xin Jing took the lead and followed closely behind the pack of wolves. The golden crow has sunk in the west, and the moon has just risen in the east. The strong wind swept across the wilderness, and the whole land resounded with the sound of horseshoes. The sparse planetesimals gradually lit up from the distant sky, and soon a vast river spread out.
Xin Li followed Xin Jing, he looked at the broad and strong back, and he felt carefree and heroic in his chest. He wished he could grow up overnight, become as tall as his elder brother, become as strong as his elder brother, like the wolf in the northern pasture.
Thinking like this, he suddenly passed his elder brother. Xin Li laughed along, her hair blowing away in the wind.
The horse rushed to the border in one breath, the Canaan Mountain was towering, and there were shouts from the front. Dayuan's cavalry came out to meet them, and made Xin Li retreat with vague curses.
Xin Li's horse neighed frequently, and he sat on the horse's back, a little hesitant. The cavalry in front had already drawn their swords, and Xin Jing's horse immediately ran in front of Xin Li.
"run!"! "Xin Jing swung his saber straight to the front, and said with a wanton smile, "The northern boundary is not within reach, and Da Lan Erlang gallops wildly in our Beiyang territory!" Who dares to stop? "
Ji Baiyue and Wu Yu roared past Xin Li, Wu Yu turned his head and said presumptuously: "There is no coward in Beiyang! The eldest son is in front, you are afraid of a bird!"
"I'm afraid of a bird." Xin Li continued to ride his horse and replied loudly, "I'm afraid of a bird!"
The Beiyang army laughed loudly, and they galloped past the Dayuan cavalry, the handle of the knife on the side of the waist whistling with the wind. When Xin Jing glanced sideways, he saw a person sitting behind the cavalryman. He brushed past this person, and the wind passing between them seemed to be trembling.
The way of heaven has never returned to its sheath, and Beiyang can come and go freely at the border with this knife. They chased horses under the moon, they sang songs at night, as long as this knife stands in front of them, there will be nothing to fear in Beiyang.
Xin Jing led the man around, he didn't turn his head, but he was keenly aware that the man was looking at him. He has seen a lot from that glance just now, some opponents are enough to arouse fighting spirit with just a look.
There is a lion on Mount Canaan, and a pack of wolves on Beiyang.
They looked at each other day and night, and they knew it well.
When he returned, Xin Li was already drowsy. He was lifted off the horse by his elder brother by the collar, and he couldn't keep his eyes open. The person sitting under the acacia tree melted Xin Li's forehead, and Xin Li was so terrified by the ice that he braced himself up and grinned at his second brother.
"Second brother!" Xin Li shouted angrily, "Big brother take me... Xin Jing kicked him suddenly behind him, Xin Li didn't respond, and turned his head slowly, "Why did you kick me again! "
"Go to bed." Xin Jing led the horse, "Go to the camp tomorrow morning to feed the horse."
Xin Li rubbed his buttocks and walked towards the door, stumbled into the door in a daze, fell asleep after falling down.
Xin Jing had nowhere to put his thumb, and rubbed it on the handle of Tiandao knife. He followed Xin Jing tentatively, and said, "Why are you still awake?"
"Thinking about something." Xin Jing looked at Xin Jing, "Yang Ma is in Nanshan, why are you taking him north?"
"What's on your mind, tell me." Xin Jing simply sat next to him.
There was a layer of clumps of Albizia julibrissin floating on Xin Jing's shoulders, he stared down at his slender and fair fingers, and said, "The house has someone prepare hot water."
Xin Jing knew who Xin Jing was thinking about just now, but he didn't say anything. There is always something like this between them, as if there is always a layer of mist between them, but it is precisely because of this mist that Xin Jing feels that he cannot wake up.
"Later." Xin Jing touched his arms, "I brought you something."
Xin Jing turned his eyes and said, "Huh?"
Xin Jing looked at him who was close at hand, his blood turned into tenderness, and the sharp blade became dull. Xin Jing looked at it for a long time before taking his hand out of his pocket.
He brought a small handful of Canaan irises, the purple-blue color in his hands, against the knife marks on the tiger's mouth. Rigidity and softness complement each other, so wonderful.
"I forgot to bring the leaves." Xin Jing groped again.
I forgot to bring the leaves, otherwise you can blow the sound, and you can sit longer after blowing the sound.
Xin Jing gathered the flowers and said, "You're going to patrol the line tomorrow morning."
"Two hours of sleep is enough." Xin Jing said immediately, "Do you still have to write a fuss tomorrow?"
Xin Jing said, "Reply to Nan Suishan."
"That far away." Xin Jing paused, "... let's grow up."
"I'm already at this age." Xin Jing said in a low voice.
"Our Xiaojing." Xin Jing couldn't help but patted his head, "It's still young."
Xin Jing looked at him again, but Xin Jing couldn't bear such a gaze. He stood up abruptly and said, "Then go back to sleep."
Xin Jing picked up the flower crumbs on his robe, and when his shoulders sank, Xin Jing had already brushed them off. He went in first, and when he stepped through the door, he heard Xin Jing talking behind him.
"Tomorrow night." Xin Jing patted his horse and said casually, "I'll be back early."
Xin Jing glanced at him and entered the door.
Xin Jing stood under the tree and only laughed a few times after a long time. He sat back on the seat where Xin Jing had sat, leading the horse without knowing the time. The June wind in Beiyang blew over Xin Jing's cheeks. He closed his eyes and leaned against the tree, sighing slowly, wanting to hum a long tune of Beiyang.
many years later.
Xie Jingsheng knocked on the account book in Jingzhen, and asked He Anchang suspiciously: "This account is wrong, there is a sum that can't be closed with the store. So-" He draws a long voice, "Look at it?"
He Anchang moistened his ink and said, "No need to be wrong, I didn't leave the store."
"You." Xie Jingsheng leaned over, "Have you raised a wild man?"
He Anchang tapped his pen and glanced at him.
Xie Jingsheng immediately said: "It doesn't look like it is full of affection. If you know it, you will tell me, or you will look stupid at me."
He Anchang said: "Two months before Qingming, worship..." He paused for a moment, "Over there."
Xie Jingsheng was silent for a while, and said, "Is anyone here too?"
"Come every year." He Anchang wrote the inscription, "Your Majesty will never miss the hour."
"Prepare a few more jugs of Rouhui wine next year." Xie Jingsheng said, "I heard from Wu Yu that the eldest son used to bring this wine home."
"Remember." He Anchang said.
Xie Jingsheng said, "What are you writing?"
"The characters required in the palace." He Anchang wrote them all in one go, and dropped the pen while drying the ink, "I should write this character for you."
"Let me see." Xie Jingsheng went around, grabbed He Anchang's hand from behind, and looked at the table, "I can't write this character well either. I have heard something about these four characters before."
"you say."
"It is said that when the second son of Beiyang was fighting with the Confucians, Liu Daru, who was then Zhongcheng, asked him 'what does the son think about living in the north', and he answered these four words with a swish of his pen."
"Now let's see if his words are true." He Anchang thought for a moment, "...he is from Beiyang after all."
"I'll frame it later and send it out." Xie Jingsheng tilted his head and said, "It's not too much to reward, sir?"
He Anchang put away the pen, wiped all the ink on his finger into his palm. Xie Jingsheng clenched his palms, gathered all his strength and kissed him enough.
When the word was presented, Xin Yi got up from the desk. When he wasn't smiling, the dimples on his cheeks were cleaned up, and he drove people to the place where he finally smiled.
Bai Jiu turned her back to read the words, turned her head and waved at him.
Xin Yi changed his clothes, went to the side, and said: "It's hot in June, He Anchang suffered from the heat a few days ago, Xie Jingsheng didn't say anything."
"What's going on in his family." Bai Jiu said, "He knows what's going on in his heart. What do you think of the words?"
"Qingliu is like this." Xin Yi said, "We have to find him, He Anchang... to be like him."
Everyone in the hall retreated, Bai Jiu handed him tea, and Xin Yi drank it, keeping his eyes on the words. Bai Jiu flicked him and said, "Xinxin choked."
Xin Yi just smiled, a little happy, but also a little indescribably depressed.
"Keep it if you like it." Bai Jiu embraced him, leading him to open the words, "If you don't like it, just keep it."
"It's so similar that it makes people sad." Xin Yi was quiet, "Let's just put it aside."
Bai Jiu said, "It's sweaty no matter what you touch."
"I was in a hurry on the road." Xin Yi sniffed left and right.
Bai Jiu touched his temples and was sweating, and said, "I can't escape even words."
"See you soon." Xin Yi said, "Wipe off your sweat and change your clothes while you have free time."
"It's easy." Bai Jiu pulled him, "Let's go together."
The word was placed on the table, and the wind that passed through it shook the gauze, vaguely, as if it was many years ago.
Zhongcheng bowed his head respectfully and asked, "What do you think about living in the north, young master?"
Xin Jing dipped in the ink and wrote the book before tens of thousands of people, leaving behind four characters that are flying like a dragon and flying like a phoenix.
"Peace the mountains and rivers."