The wind blowing outside the city gate was chilling.

In such weather, how painful it would be for those who were curled up in the corner of the wall.

Before we got closer, someone had already walked towards us.

Heavy steps and the harsh sound of metal friction, I knew the person coming was a soldier.

"Who is here? The north city is already closed. If you want to leave the city, you will get up early tomorrow."

The mighty voice passed through the chill, the forcing momentum and tone, I knew this person had been on the battlefield.

"This general misunderstood. We are not going to leave the city." I quickly explained to him.

"Oh... Since you are not leaving the city, why are you staying here? Is it because you have any ideas about the city wall?"

The general's tone was already very serious, and I knew the general was doubting our identity.

"The general misunderstood. We are here because of her."

"She?" The general's tone was even more puzzled: "You know each other?"

"I don't know, I have to confirm her identity before I know her." Even though my heart has a big judgment on her being Fanglian, the judgment is ultimately a judgment.

"A crazy woman, how do you confirm her identity?"

He asked me, and I happened to ask him with doubts.

"General, can I say something for you?"

"What are you asking?"

"This is the city wall, and there are no other beggars around. Why do you just let her lean here?"

The city wall is one of the most important defense lines in the imperial capital. Logically speaking, it is usually not allowed to enter here by strangers, and even other beggars dare not go here, but why can she be alone?

"I also tried to drive her away, but there was no result; I asked someone to carry her to a faraway place, but in the end, she would still climb back by herself. I don't know what force was supporting her, but whenever her eyes looked at the city wall, I always felt a little panic. For some reason, she looked like a kind of person."

"Who?" I continued to ask.

"It's like the widows who were waiting hard at home after our fellow comrades died in the battlefield. Whenever I think of it, I can't bear to let her leave again, but it's cold enough on this cold night. I'm afraid that I can't resist the coldness of this night if you know her, take her away. No matter what, those who have left don't want the living to suffer like this."

The general's words seemed to have brought about a lot of memories. His tone was no longer as majestic as before, but only nostalgia for the past.

"Is she really willing to go with us?"

I didn't know that when I walked towards her, she was shocked. She was curled up in the corner of the wall and was full of panic at this time.

"No...don't come here..."

She was very scared, very afraid that we would go there.

I didn't keep moving forward, I knew she was very excited and could no longer stimulate her.

"Don't be afraid, we are not here to make things difficult for you; are your name Fanglian?"

"No...I'm not...I'm not..."

She seemed to be crying there, and I don't know why this name makes her so difficult to accept.

"Young Master, let me try it!" A Jun suddenly said.

I didn't stop him. Ajun might know Fanglian in the brothel.

"Aunt Lian, it's me, Ah Jun."

"Ajun?"

It was indeed useful. Fanglian knew that the man was Fanglian, and Fanglian also had an impression of Ajun.

"Girl, why are you here? Go back soon. The boss will blame you later. Go back soon, go back soon..."

It was at this time that Fanglian was still thinking about Ajun; I think she must have been a very good person before, but it’s a pity that fate is a mess.

"Auntie Lian, I've redeemed now, and he can no longer care about me."

"It's good to redeem yourself... It's good to redeem yourself. Aunt Lian is waiting for the general to come and redeem me."

Hearing this, I knew she was the woman the general was thinking hard in his heart.

"Aunt Lian, who is that general? Why do I always listen to you miss him? Is he good?"

"General, General is the only man in the world who really cares about Aunt Lian. He is very good, but he is really stupid..."

The conversation with Ajun made Fanglian forget her fear. When she recalled the general, she even laughed out loud.

I felt a strange movement of the city defense general behind me. After a slight observation, I felt that he was moved by this scene and shed tears.

Men don’t cry easily, let alone the tears of such iron-blooded men; they have long been used to bleeding, but have never been used to crying.

Because they themselves know very well that every time they shed tears, whether for the success or failure of the battle, their tears were left for the soldiers who were buried under the yellow sand and could never come back.

Fanglian's story continues, and now she seems to have returned to the scene when they first met twenty years ago.

"Aunt Lian still remembers that when Aunt Lian was performing for a famous merchant in the imperial capital, she suddenly heard a loud shout from outside the ship. You don't know that he was so brave at that time that he dared to openly scold Mr. Wang, saying that he had squeezed the blood and sweat of the people, but he was looking for fun all day long, just to board the ship to teach Mr. Wang a lesson."

Fanglian's story aroused the interest of several girls, and they even walked in and listened carefully; and Fanglian no longer felt panic at this time.

"Aunt Lian, then did he really board the ship to teach that Master Wang a lesson?" Ajun asked.

"Yes, you don't know that after he boarded the ship that day, he beat Master Wang and his servants without saying a word. I was frightened at that time."

"This man is so reckless. Didn't Mr. Wang provoke him? Why did he hit him?"

Ajun put forward different opinions.

Hearing Ajun's words, Fanglian was not angry and continued:

"I was like you at that time. I thought this man was very reckless, so why was he so unreasonable? He only noticed me after knowing that everyone in the room was beaten up by him. You don't know that when he saw me, his face turned red suddenly."

"It seems that the general fell in love with Aunt Lian at first sight?"

"It should be right. He was very shy in front of me, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly. He completely lost his previous expression; but I also knew why he beat Master Wang and the others. It turned out that Master Wang owed the employee's salary, and even the sick mother at the employee's house had no money to treat him and died of illness. That employee was the general's former younger brother. Do you think the general could bear it after he knew about this?"

"It seems that the general is really in character. But Aunt Lian, you have been waiting for so long, are you still going to continue waiting?"

Ajun's words still brought the topic back, and I knew Ajun wanted me to speak.

"What else can I do? Since I lived like him in my heart, I can no longer tolerate others; Ah Jun, what can I do? Tell me, what can I do?"

She began to cry, and she was crying in the corner.

Her voice made me feel indescribable when I heard it. I squatted down, approached her, and asked:

"You have been waiting for so many years, but have you never thought that the general will not come back?"

"No, no; the general agreed to me, he said he would come back, he said no matter how high the mountain is or how long the water is, he would come back; he also asked me to wear a red outfit and asked me to pick him up under the city wall, so that he could see mine at a glance, he would not lie to me, he would not lie to me..."

I don't cry, but the astringent feeling in my eyes made me feel uncomfortable; I have heard the sobs of them beside me.

We cannot empathize, we just feel sad because this story has not been rejected.

No matter how beautiful the beginning of the story is, it is far away from rejection, so no one feels sorry for it.

"Ajun, do you know that Aunt Lian is wearing such beautiful clothes; Aunt Lian is going to wait for the general to come back here and wait for the general to pick me up; I don't ask the general to marry me, I just want to play the piano and sing opera for him by the general's side. Do you think the general will be willing?"

"Yes, the general will definitely do it..." A Jun's voice was already very small. She wanted to control her choked tone, but how could she control it?

"But Aunt Lian is old, Aunt Lian can't wait for the general for how long; General, how long do you have to let Lian'er wait for you? Lian'er is so tired, so tired..."

The general is dead, and I want to tell Aunt Lian so painfully, but every time this is what I say, I can't say anything.

The wind whistled by the cold night, as if the parting was telling infinite sorrow...

"I can't say some things, but someone asked me to give this thing to you; he said that it would take a lifetime of luck to meet you, so he has no luck to stay with you."

"This...General..."

Fanglian still recognized the broken robe. I thought she had already understood what I wanted to say when she took it out.

But, I don’t know how she will face it next.

Some reality is bloody, so many people are unwilling to face that reality, even in their hearts, they already know what reality looks like.

Fanglian knew, but she didn't want to know; she thought that if she didn't see her in one day, she would have more hope.

But this hope was just ignited in her heart to comfort herself. It was simple but also cruel to try it out.

But people cannot always live in a fantasy world, where it is beautiful, but it is not real. Although sometimes people have to peel off their flesh, we have to accept it.

She cried, and no one knew how far the crying was in the wind. She held the brokenness, and the last hint of hope in her heart completely collapsed at this moment.

Suddenly, she stood up.

"General, you said you would wait for you to come back and dance with you to be a gift for your victory. Today, Lian'er will meet your requirements, but General, you have to look carefully."

I still opened my eyes. In this scene, I wanted to see how deep the affectionate person could be.

After taking off the torn robe, she was indeed wearing a bright red dress, red clothes as blood.

She danced her long sleeves, and the long sleeves were swept up in the wind, and her graceful figure was flying in the wind, like snowflakes abandoned by the heaven and earth, about to melt.

I know that she already has the intention to leave.

Stay?

If she doesn’t keep her mind, she’s already done, so what can she do if she stays?

The singing gradually rose, and it was as sad as water. Her long sleeves were floating, and her eyes were no longer in the distance, but there was no man wearing military uniform and turning back.

The story ended, but the answer was not satisfactory.

Human affection is inherent, but heaven is old... (To be continued)
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