Xie Xun's smile faded: "I've let it go a long time ago."

"You don't plan to marry in the future?"

"Look at it, it's fine to be alone." Xie Xun said easily, "What kind of wife do you want to marry? I will live in the frontier for the rest of my life, so I won't waste time on other people's girls."

Pei Yanzhi looked at his face. It was dark at night. He opened his mouth several times but did not dare to ask.

You keep saying relief, but how much are you hiding...I will never forget it.

Xie Xun only stayed in the capital for one day. He stayed in the Bamboo Garden at night. The Bamboo Garden was cleaned day and night, as if the owner had never left. The objects were still the same as they were three years ago. No one had taken them away. Only one person signed the letter of departure.

name.

"Tangtang, I'm going home."

He spoke gently to the silence in the room.

The peach trees planted in the courtyard have bloomed, but the people who planted them together and said they wanted to drink under the trees in March are no longer there.

On the day I left Beijing, many people came to see me off.

The capital is more prosperous than three years ago. Every family is safe, children are chasing and playing, and everyone's face is filled with smiles, which is their expectation for a prosperous age.

Liu Zhucao was in charge of Xu Beihou Mansion, Zhang Nuanyan was not married yet, Xie Quyan began to pay attention to official affairs, Yang Zhihua and Zhongcao got married and gave birth to a fat boy.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

What about Xie Xun?

He is stuck in the past and cannot get out.

Relief is all an illusion, how can it be possible to let go.

It’s him who is immersed in love, and it’s him who doesn’t let go of himself.

"Brother, do you want to go back to the border directly?" Xie Quyan asked.

"I plan to go to Jiangnan." Xie Xun stood in the August sunshine, holding a horse.

What to do in Jiangnan?

No one asked.

I understand in my heart.

They all said: "Go home early."

After leaving Beijing, Xie Xun went to Uzhuo Temple. He has visited the temple countless times. Even if he is unable to escape on the battlefield, he will still find time to find the nearest temple to pray.

He burned incense in the main hall and secretly prayed for Meng Tang'an's peace countless times in his heart. No one in the world knew it, only the Buddha knew.

After walking out of the hall, Xie Xun went to the thousand-year-old locust tree again, with red ribbons flying. Just like back then, there were many new wooden signs. He slowly found Meng Tangan's wooden sign and looked up at it for a long time.

Literally, her eyes are full of tenderness.

——I only hope that your heart will be like mine.

Time flies so fast.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye he could still see her smiling and leaning in his arms.

After three years of missing each other, I still want to ask her when I will return.

"Every year, peace and security." After a long time, he said carefully, his voice drifting in the midsummer wind.

"Donor." Master Konghui bowed and said gently, "You have to read a lot of books, walk a long way, and see the spring, summer, autumn and winter, and you will put it down."

No more.

Xie Xun lives in that memory and never lets go.

"Thank you." He said.

"When you say that, you haven't let it go yet. Do you regret it when you think about the past? Do you regret it?" Master Kong Hui smiled and looked at the wooden sign in the distance.

"I have regrets, but not regrets." He answered seriously, "I must be not sincere enough, that's why we are not destined to be together. I will work hard to learn."

Learn it and never miss it.

"What if I miss it all my life?"

"I want to wait for her, why should I be afraid of a couple of years?"

"I wonder if she is willing." The wooden signs collided and made a crisp sound, followed by a gentle voice, "Go to the spring, don't die in the past and dreams."

Some people are stuck in that year, year after year.

Xie Xun left Chang'an City and rode his horse all the way, walking slowly and leisurely on the road, taking the same road they took when they went to Jiangnan together.

Everywhere along the way, I personally posted new missing person notices. The woman in the portrait is so lifelike that I can't express my longing for her.

I will also hold a portrait and ask questions from day to night.

"Excuse me, have you seen her?"

"Thank you."

"Have you seen her?"

"Excuse me..."

The answer is loss again and again.

Get used to it.

But I still look forward to it.

"Who is she?"

"She is my...an old friend."

Thinking about an old friend means thinking about someone you will never see again.

In the evening, Xie Xun randomly found a place to stay overnight and drank by himself.

"Tangtang, am I so unworthy of your coming back?"

After saying this, he smiled to himself.

A drunken voice floated in the air.

He never came close to Shang Qingjiang, not because he was afraid, but because Meng Tangan didn't want to see him, and Xie Xun was afraid that if he left, she wouldn't show up.

He just watched from a distance.

In the first year, when he didn't find Meng Tang'an, Xie Xun thought that she just didn't want to see him and was avoiding him.

The next year, Meng Tangan was still not found. Xie Xun thought about what he had done wrong and what he should do to pray for her safety.

This is the third year.

No news.

She has a sweet temper and loves to show off her temper.

Xie Xun only hopes that the people she meets can treat her well.

You must be kind to her.

Sometimes Xie Xun also thinks that it would be better if he never met her.

Is she still alive and well now?

You must be safe every year, even if you are not seen alive!

The sound of the bone whistle was clear and superior, drifting far away in the cold night, and it sounded all night long.

After hearing the news, the Falcon came over and stopped in front of the window, staring at Xie Xun with its dark eyes unblinking, keeping company quietly.

Xie Xun leaned against the window, his eyebrows lazy and quiet, and with the faint light of the sky, he finally put down his bone whistle.

The original bone whistle was given to Meng Tangan by Xie Xun. It was the only relic left to him by his father.

Xie Xun's name was chosen by Xie Zida himself - Huai Jing.

In fact, he had no impression of his father. After all, he had never met him. The first time he knew about his father was when he heard the news of his death coming from the battlefield.

Liu Zhu cried so hard that day!

The moment he handed the bone whistle to Meng Tangan, Xie Xun recognized her for the rest of his life.

He was afraid that Meng Tang'an would accidentally lose the bone whistle, so he tied it up with a red string and put it around her neck.

The bone whistle sounds, and the falcons are dispatched.

No matter how far away, Xie Xun will come to her.

How he wished that the distant bone whistle would sound again, just like three years ago.

But for three years, Xie Xun blew the bone whistle all night long without a single response.

Later I realized that some people can stay just because they want to.

When you meet some people, they are already signed.
To be continued...