Bai Yunqiu looked around and saw the wide cave lying full of wounded soldiers in various military uniforms. They had obviously been dealt with. Most of them were still wearing white cloth and looked at the top of the cave with a dull look. Except for a few seriously injured people moaning from time to time, they were all lying quietly in a daze. Several doctors in blue clothes and high crowns were shuttled back and forth between the crowd. They changed the medicine for a wounded soldier and closed their eyes to take their pulse. They could attract the attention of everyone's gratitude wherever they went, just like angels who saved the suffering in hell.

A pungent smell of herbal medicine and blood came to the face, and everyone couldn't help but look tight. Two servants in blue shirts carried a simple stretcher into the crowd of injured people, put a middle-aged man who had been dead onto the stretcher, and then quietly carried it out. Everyone looked indifferently, without a trace of expression, as if they had been used to this behavior.

Perhaps there are a large number of young lives every day that die. The wounded soldiers who are used to death are already numb, and at most they give a farewell look at the departure of a patient. Perhaps this person who has just passed away was his enemy, and even their injuries and death were given by someone in the cave, but they no longer have much energy to think about other things, including hatred. Now they are just patients, who have been struggling on the brink of death in the same cave and under the same roof.

In this cruel and tempting world, people leave every day. Bai Yunqi suddenly felt that he was carrying too much load on his shoulders. Perhaps his conversation and laughter had already determined the life and death of too many people. The same young life, the same passionate Qingqing, was either abused or abused by others because of different fates. These were all done by themselves. Both sides felt helpless, at least Bai Yunqi thought so. So he smiled bitterly: "After fighting for so many years, everyone might think I am the winner, but I always feel that I have lost too much."

A resentful Erhu suddenly pierced through this noisy and annoying cave like a sharp sword, like an ancient temple in the wind, ethereal and clear. Bai Yunqi and others naturally looked at the place where the Erhu sounded.

A tall and thin soldier with white cloth eyes sitting in a corner of the cave. Judging from his outfit, he should be a Chinese cavalry. He sat upright on a shabby straw mat. His big hand, which was supposed to be holding a long sword, was holding the bow of the erhu slowly pulling it. The cave suddenly became quiet, and in the whole crowded and noisy world, there was only a melodious melody that echoed like crying.

This is a remembrance of past people and an encouragement to survivors. Everyone in the cave began to listen. They temporarily forgot the sorrow of separation from life and death, and sank into a perfect world with only bliss without a trace of trouble and trouble.

The song he played was "Farewell" brought by Bai Yunqi. Someone in the cave began to sing in a low voice: "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the sky is surrounded by the blue grass. The evening breeze blows the willows and flutes sounds, and the sunset is outside the mountains. At the end of the sky and the corners of the sea, half of my friends are scattered. A scoop of turbid wine is gone, and I will be happy to leave my dreams tonight."

It is this song again, which expresses the joys and sorrows of the world, ups and downs and downs. The dull song comes from the mouths of these young and middle-aged men struggling on the brink of death, and has a unique and sad charm. Even Bai Yunqi, the author, is immersed in it.

Suddenly, several unconciling sounds sounded in the Erhu, and then suddenly interrupted, and the cave immediately returned to silence. Everyone couldn't help but look up and saw the performer lying on the bowstring in pain, his forehead was sweating like slurry, his face was sallow, and he was breathing quickly.

A doctor quickly walked to him with a bowl of soup, "Brother Ah Hu, drink some medicine first, and then take a rest."

The soldier who played the Erhu smiled slightly and shook his head. He put away the Erhu and sat upright in the spot, "No need, let's leave it for other brothers. And... cough cough cough!"

He suddenly coughed a few times, and then gasped even harder. The doctor and the people around him hurried over. They stroked their chests and backs and beat their backs. After a while, the wounded soldier, who was called Ahu, vomited two mouthfuls of blood before he could stabilize. So he continued: "Everyone is so stuffy here, but unfortunately Ahu can't relieve everyone's boredom. This erhu was passed down by my ancestors. I'm sorry that Doctor gave it to someone with destiny for me."

There was a sudden riot in the cave, and many people were calling Ahu's name softly, and some people even had a few turbid tears rolled down their eyes. At this moment, they were the worldly people connected to the same fate. Ahu's piano sound once brought them a lot of comfort, and accompanied them through one long and difficult night after another. Now Ahu is leaving, and the feeling of sadness of the rabbit and the fox once again hit everyone's heart, and everyone couldn't help feeling sorry for another.

Suddenly, the wounded soldiers in the cave exclaimed, and Ahu's head drooped softly and fell into a coma. No one disturbed him anymore because they knew that Ahu was very tired, at least as tired as himself, and he should indeed rest. Even, let him leave like this, at least he would not have to endure the torture of illness and disability every day.

A young man in white clothes quietly passed through the crowd that had already sunk into the sadness and came to Ah Hu. So, another melodious sound of piano sounded, and the tune was still "Farewell", but the sound was calm and powerful, but gentle and soothing, as if a fierce war horse was slowly passing by the ancient road under the setting sun, bringing a dull sound of hoofs to passers-by.

So, more people followed suit and sang in the cave as long as they could make sounds. Even if they could not sing, they could look at them with their eyes, patted them with their hands, stamped them with their feet, and expressed their feelings with all the words they could use to express their feelings, and gave their final farewell to the young and miserable Ahu.

After a song, many people stopped and started to breathe. But the sound of the erhu did not stop. Instead, after a long sound like a sigh, the musical style changed and another song that everyone had never heard before.

As soon as the song was played, everyone closed their eyes at the same time. They seemed to see the bright moon in their hometown and the gurgling mountain spring. Beside the spring was a girl washing silk, looking blankly in the distance. The violinist spoke and said, "The bright moon in the Qin Dynasty was the Han Dynasty. People in the Long March have not returned. Don't laugh at me if you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from the battles in ancient times?"

Then, the song became colder, and people seemed to see an old man next to a pool under the moonlight, wearing sunglasses, washing clean with his wife, holding an erhu in his hand. The sound of a crying piano came from all around, plucking everyone's heartstrings. At the end of the song, the desolate chill enveloped the surroundings, and everyone's eyes became wet.

The boy playing the violin was Bai Yunqi. This time he brazenly plagiarized A Bing's famous erhu song and Wang Changling's outbound trip, but this was the first time he felt so at ease. He felt that only in this way could he express his feelings at this time, and only in this way could he explain the wounded and dead in the war.

Ahu, who had fallen into a coma, had woken up at some point. After listening to this song in a daze, he actually slapped his palms with all his strength: "I, Ahu, before I die, I can hear the heavens, immortals, sounds, no regrets, no regrets."

After saying that, Ah Hu's body stiffened, his hands and feet drooped loosely, and left the world with a satisfied smile on his face. Xu Yuyan, who is proficient in music, was still immersed in the desolate atmosphere brought by the peerless songs. Jiang Wendi, not far away, was still whispering Bai Yunqi's famous quote: "Don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield, how many people have returned from the battles in ancient times?"

Her chanting was like a wake-up call, reminding everyone in the cave that the wounded soldiers and generals who were stolen by war suddenly opened their eyes wide and looked at the white clouds, their eyes were clear and bright, and their lives once again found support and were full of vitality.

"I'm going down to the white clouds, and today I'm here to visit all my brothers. At the same time, I also hope to contribute to everyone's future life. From today on, no matter whether we were enemies or friends, as long as we respect me, Mr. Bai, we will be a good Chinese people!"

Bai Yunqi used Taoist internal strength and delivered this passage to every listener clearly and steadily. He had already understood the meaning of Jiang Wendi inviting him, and at the same time he thought that part of his workshop in Jiezhou should be moved over, so he made this decision.

Although these people are disabled, they are still strong laborers. Let them help them do something for themselves, one is to find a life-long job for the rest of their lives, and the other is to use their remaining energy to contribute to the revitalization of China. Of course, there is another reason, that is, to be gentle and safe.

Jiang Wendi's eyes when she looked at Bai Yunqi were once again full of tenderness, and her big eyes almost melted Bai Yunqi into her charming and tenderness. At this time, the sun shone brightly outside Langya Mountain, which was a great spring scenery.

Ning Yuan got up from the bed, stretched his waist, rubbed his eyes, and felt that he had a good sleep. Recalling last night's nightmare experience, he was really a human being.

Slowly walked out of the canyon along the weedy mountain road. There was a wide platform in front of it. There were several dilapidated thatched huts on the edge of the platform, one of which was where he had just rested. Walking on the platform, he saw a man in gray standing with his hands on a stone not far away, so he tidied up his clothes, his expression was solemn, and then bowed and said, "In Xia Ningyuan, thank you for your life-saving kindness for your seniors."

The man in gray didn't turn his head back, but just waved his hand casually: "Forget it! I just happened to you. Or, it's up to you, you should be desperate."

Ning Yuan was stunned by the words of this strange-tempered old man, but he was also an extraordinary person after all. He usually saw many strange people and knew that most of them did not like clichés, so he bowed again without any mind: "The old senior has a unique skill and is so calm outside the world. Ning Yuan admires it very much. Today, he is fortunate to meet a godlike figure like the old senior, which is worth his life."

Ning Yuan slapped him quietly and the man in gray felt very helpful. So his face calmed down slightly, and he turned around and said, "Now Bai Yunqi led a large army to the important town of Zhangchu. As a major official of the country, why don't you be loyal to the king's side, but you have to travel in the remote suburbs?"

The man in gray just poked Ning Yuan's sore spot with a word. His face turned blue at that time, and he had already begun to greet Li Hao and Bingfei's immediate relatives. But after all, he had seen the world and was quite smart. He didn't dare to speak too much at this time. So his face turned slightly red and he bowed and said, "Senior, you misunderstood. My father and son have just returned from the battlefield outside the border. Because the king is busy with state affairs, he has not arranged my position and my father yet. The day before yesterday, I heard that there were bandits near Jinghu by chance, so I thought of coming alone to inquire and then making plans. However, the bandits were so cruel and cunning that I accidentally fell into their trap. If it weren't for the seniors' actions, I would be really in danger."

After hearing this, the man in gray snorted coldly, but did not speak anymore, but continued to look at the clouds outside the sky with his hands on his back. Ning Yuan couldn't help laughing bitterly, and then stood aside respectfully, not daring to say more.

In fact, Ning Yuan also knew that when he said this, the man in gray must have thought that he was a brave, reckless and impulsive young man. But he really had no choice, because first of all, he did not know the identity of the man in gray. Secondly, he would rather let the man in gray think that he was impulsive than to say that he was frustrated and that he would go out of the city to relieve the depressed truth in his heart, because once this matter reached Li Hao's ears, it was an excuse to say whether it was big or small or not.

Ning Yuan stood there idle and started studying the man in gray. As he thought about it, a name suddenly appeared in his mind, so he asked quickly: "Senior, if Ning Yuan was not wrong, you should be the current national teacher, right?"

The reason Ning Yuan thought this way was mainly because there were almost a handful of experts like him today, and there was probably no one else who could save General Zhang Chu at that time except Li Hao’s master Tian Lingzi.

Sure enough, after hearing Ning Yuan's question, the man in gray turned back again, and the light in his eyes flashed, as if he was very satisfied with Ning Yuan's performance. Then he nodded slowly, "You are not too stupid, and it's not in vain to save you." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the thatched hut under the platform, asking, "What is the current situation in Xijing?"
Chapter completed!