Chapter 66 Cremation(20)

Uncle Song sat across from Menglian.He had never felt that the five or six miles—from the pine forest to the palace—was so long, so tiring, and so difficult to walk.This is not five or six miles, but five or sixty thousand miles.He wished he could spread his wings and fly there, but he had no wings. When he saw Meng Lian, he felt that he came too fast.Looking at the loess-covered shoes, he couldn't open his mouth to speak, and peeked at her. Her eyes were dry and there was no trace of tears.Why did he come so quickly, to teach those beautiful eyes to be flooded with tears? He sat, sitting blankly, even forgetting the habit of chewing his molars.His heart became a blank sheet of paper.

"Uncle Song!" Meng Lian called softly. Old Zheng fought a cold war! "what?" "What's the matter?" She felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't think of anything wrong; there were enemies in the city, and any accident could happen at any time.Unintentional.He wiped the dirt from his forehead with his blunt hand. "I, I," he stood up suddenly, "I'm leaving! It's okay! Look at you!" Meng Lian grabbed his sleeve: "What's the matter? Uncle Song!" He sat down again, knocked his knees and punched, "Revenge!"

"What's the matter? Something's wrong with the iron pillar?" "Sooner or later you'll have to die!" He picked up a cup of herbal tea on the table and drank it in one gulp. "What's wrong with him?" Meng Lian's eyes grew bigger, and her mouth felt a little dry.Her compassion is always readily available. "It's not an iron pillar!" "who is it?" "One mountain!" "Who?" She didn't seem to understand. He said it out and regretted it later.He didn't want to say any more.I lowered my head, my heart was so angry that it was like a mess of black threads, and I couldn't find a leader anymore.

"Yishan?" As if quickly catching something that fell out of her hand, she thought about it. "One mountain!" She seemed to have never known this person—Yishan.She didn't know that he was coming back (his letter was seized by Ergou).Whenever she mentions him, she always thinks of mountains, waters, and battlefields first, and then sees him in her imagination—a handsome, armed, young man.The mountain in Uncle Song's mouth was too far away from the mountain in her heart, which made her feel at a loss. "How about Yishan?" Her face turned pale.She quickly thought that he might have died in battle, and Uncle Song got the news first. "Wounded? Wounded at the front? How do you know?"

She felt that even if there was any misfortune, it was just that Yishan was injured.She almost thought that Yishan should be injured.He was injured, so she made up her mind to escape Wencheng and go see him.She could not remember how she was supposed to attend to a sick man, but she thought he would be well if her eyes caught him.Thinking about it this way, she seemed to be a little surprised when she saw that Uncle Song was a countryman for the first time.She hasn't turned her face yet, but the corners of her mouth almost seem to be smiling. "How do you know? Uncle Song!" "he came!"

"Coming?" She didn't know if it was a fact or a dream.Her face changed, and there was a little blood on her cheeks.She saw at a glance that she and him could hold hands and walk towards the place of freedom together. "Where is he? Where is it?" She glanced out, as if she were looking at him immediately out of the window. "Say it!" "He, he," Uncle Song swallowed heavily. "Lying outside the city!" "Why lying outside the city?" She never thought that he would die. "Didn't our city be occupied by devils?" "He's dead..." She thought of this possibility, but it was just a temptation, a guess; Yishan would not die.Uncle Song nodded reluctantly.He quickly fixed his eyes on her face.

Tears rolled in her eyes immediately, but there was still the smallest smile on the corner of her mouth.She wanted to control herself, and used the most unreasonable smile to cut back the tears.She has an arrogant heart. However, she sat down.Her hand dropped and her fingers began to twitch.There were not many tears, because the black eyes rolled up a little. Uncle Song stood up hastily, he had finished speaking, he had to prepare to deal with the most embarrassing thing.With his big hand, he grabbed her right arm and patted her on the back with the other.His words came out of his teeth, with a hissing sound: "Miss Lian, you can't be in such a hurry! No! Miss Lian! Wake up! Miss Lian, I'm an old bastard! Miss Lian! Miss Lian..."

A minute turns into a century, when we are really in a hurry.Beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on Uncle Song's head, but Meng Lian still didn't cry.It took a long time for her throat to choke, and her hands and feet were twitching.Uncle Song felt that he was here to kill her, and she would suffocate herself to death in such a silent manner! He didn't dare to tell Jurengong that Jurengong only had such a daughter.He can't go to a doctor, no; he can't leave her, he can't say anything; let the enemy know that Miss Lian's fiancé is a soldier, so what?He must rely on his sincerity to snatch her back from the dead.His chest felt hot, as if he was about to vomit blood. "Miss Lian! Miss Lian! You can't be so careless!"

He picked her up.She is very light, as light as a kitten.Putting her on the bed, he took off her shoes.She was curled up, motionless, her hands still twitching.His sweat drenched his gown. Slowly, she began to cry; an unhappy, hoarse, intermittent cry.He took her little hand.Her hands were trembling, cold, and quite stiff.She opened her eyes without crying happily.Suddenly, she got up, put her hands on her knees, her eyes narrowed, and she was dazed. "Miss Lian! Cry! Cry out! Cry out! Don't be bored in your heart!" She didn't cry, she squinted her eyes, and her heart was broken. "Where is he?" She said in a very low voice, but desperately.

He couldn't help but answer.He said everything he knew. She was blindfolded and listened quietly.No, not listening, but dumbfounded.Her heart went far away, to the east gate, to the mountains and rivers, to the front of Yishan.Where is Yishan?She heard a voice: "Tie Zhuzi saw him, lying under the big locust tree!" Using her lower body as a pivot, she turned herself around, with her feet draped under the edge of the bed.Eyes are still looking straight, her toes are looking for her shoes by themselves.Found it, without putting on the heels, she stood up. "Go! Uncle Song!"

"Where are you going?" Uncle Song felt extremely tired. "Big locust tree! Let me see him!" There was a cold, bright light in her eyes, like the light on the edge of a knife. "What's the use? They've dragged him away!" "Drag away?" She couldn't think anymore, she just felt that it was her first responsibility to see him, and she had to hold him and cry bitterly at least.However, this wish could not be fulfilled, and she bit her lip. However, she couldn't bite her lip.As if urged by an irresistible force, she opened her mouth, tears welled up, and she cried out. Uncle Song supported her, and her tears wet Lao Zheng's shoulders.