Rebirth of a Star General

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Time has passed a long time.

After a long time in Shuojing City, after the spring day, through the Mid-Autumn Festival, I saw the wind getting colder and colder, and the winter was coming.

The Uto people have been completely defeated, and the battle has been seriously hurt. Within ten years, it is impossible to delusion about Da Wei. Jiuchuan, Jijun, Yunzi and Binjiang Jiebao reported back to Shuojing, and no hundreds of people clapped to celebrate.

In the lively joy, there are also sad things, for example, Gui Dezhonglang killed Yan Nanguang.

When the news came back to Shuojing and reached the Yan family, Yan He's mother fainted on the spot, and Yan He's wife Xia Chengxiu gave birth in advance.

Probably because of the heartbreak, the time of production is extremely dangerous, and the stable woman is helpless. At the moment of life and death, Lin Shuanghe's father Lin Mu came with the female apprentice and directed the female apprentice outside the curtain to give birth to Xia Chengxiu.

The Yan family gathered up and down outside the delivery room, listening to the sound of a woman swimming in the weak silk inside, and looking at the blood coming out of a pot of pots and panics. Lord Yan who never believed in Buddha went to his ancestral hall and knelt down on the ground to pray for the safety of the mother and son of Chengxiu.

In the house, Xia Chengxiu's forehead was covered with sweat, and his expression was painful, but he felt that his strength and energy had gradually disappeared.

But in her dying breath, she could still feel her heartache. That heartache **** all the pain in front of her, and made her feel breathless.

Yan He died.

As the wife of a general, when she marries Yan He, she should be prepared for that day. War is brutal, and the battlefield is constantly changing. No one can guarantee that he will definitely be alive. Xia Chengxiu had thought many times that she had decided to become his wife. When she really faced this day in the future, she should be calm and open-hearted, even if she was so uncomfortable, she could withstand the weather. .

But when this day really came, she discovered her weakness, she was weaker than she thought.

The man who was fierce in the eyes of outsiders, had a bad temper, and was quite provocative, never said a heavy word to her. Since marriage, Xia Chengxiu was grateful to God. This marriage is indeed a contentment that she never thought of. However, the good things in the world are not strong, Caiyun is easy to disperse, and the glass is brittle. It is so short because it is too complete.

She seemed to see a familiar shadow in front of her. It was Yan He of the silver-robed lance. He seemed to be coming back from the outside, with a wind and dust covered in her eyes, her eyes were fixed, and the corners of her lips were familiar. He smiled a little bit proudly and showed off a bit, just like the past, and returned after winning the battle.

Yan He held out a hand towards him.

Xia Chengxiu looked at him obsessively and subconsciously put his hand in his palm.

The female doctor on the side saw her face, startled, and shouted: "Mrs. Yan, hold on, don't sleep, don't be discouraged!" He looked at the curtain again, anxiously: "Master, Mrs. Yan is not good!"

Lin Mu, who was behind the curtain, squeezed her heart and shouted, "Mrs. Yan, think about the child in your belly. Don't you want to see him look like, don't you want to grow up with him?"

"Even for your child, Mrs. Yan, you must be strong!"

child?

As if in chaos, tearing a clear mouth, the child...Mu Xia... she suddenly opened her eyes.

This is her and Yanhe's children. Before Yanhe left, she also apologized seriously to her belly and could not accompany her. He hopes to be a little lady, but if he is a little master, he will love it as seriously. Just as he had guessed countless times in his heart, Xia Chengxiu himself had already traced the child's eyebrows many times.

If he is a young master, he will be born like Yan He, with big eyebrows and big eyes, and his spirits will be high. If he is a young lady, he will be like his own, gentle and cute, and cute.

I haven't seen this kid before, so how can I let go?

No!

Xia Chengxiu was sober suddenly that she couldn't, at least not indulge in sadness now. She is Yan He's wife, and she is also a mother!

"Wow--"

A cry of a baby sounded in Yan's courtyard, and Master Yan, who was praying with his hands folded in the ancestral hall, stunned, and then the old tears traversed.

The female doctor smiled and said: "Congratulations to Mrs. Yan, Mrs. He Xiyan, is a young master--"

Lin Mu behind the curtain sighed with relief. When news of Yoshigun came, he also felt sorry for Yanhe's experience. Lin Shuanghe failed to save Yan He, at least he saved his child.

Xia Chengxiu was exhausted and exhausted, and her hair soaked in sweat hung on her cheeks, and in a trance, she saw Yan He again.

The man smiled warmly, as if apologizing, and said to her: "I'm sorry."

Xia Chengxiu's tears came out. She reached out and tried to grab the person in front of him, but he smiled: "Chengxiu, I'm gone."

"Nanguang..."

The man turned around and strode forward. His back was slick and neat. He walked and walked, and her figure completely disappeared in her eyes.

...

When Xia Chengxiu gave birth to a full moon, Xiao Jue took Nanfu soldiers back to Beijing.

Emperor Zhaokang Longyan was very happy and rewarded countlessly. The courtiers secretly thought about it. Seeing what the new emperor means now, it is to reuse General Feng Yun. Once the emperor and the courtier, Xu Jingfu is now away, and in the future the Xiao family of the Wei Dynasty is about to rise again.

The courtiers had their own thoughts, but the people couldn't think of so much. Only General Fengyun was General Fengyun. Yunzi was in a difficult situation and could win a big victory.

Soon after Xiao Jue returned to Beijing, General Hu Wei also led the army back from Binjiang.

At this point, only Fu Yan and Yan Jiajun, led by He Yan, had not returned.

However, although he did not return, everyone knew that it would be a matter of time. After all, Jiuchuan and Jijun had been recovered. Counting time, they should be on their way back to Beijing at the moment.

He Yunsheng got up earlier every day. Apart from going to school, he got up at dawn and climbed to Donghuang Mountain to cut wood. Nowadays, their family's livelihood is not so hard. He Yunsheng doesn't cut wood, not for life, but just wants his skill to be better and better.

If one day, his skill is comparable to He Yan, and when He Yan is on the battlefield in the future, he will be able to start together.

He ran to the Xiao family after school every day. When he saw Xiao Jue every day, the first sentence he asked was: "Brother-in-law, can I have news of my sister?"

Xiao Jue always shook his head and said lightly: "No."

No, what a frustrating answer.

Ji Jun had won the battle, but He Yunsheng also learned that He Yan was seriously injured during the battle. After that, he didn't send any letters back. Even though the letter was sent, he didn't explain the situation of He Yan. He Yunsheng endured not to tell He Sui about these things. He Sui was getting older. He was afraid that He Sui would be worried about knowing the matter.

But He Yunsheng himself still hopes for good news every day.

Soon after that, Bai Rongwei also gave birth to a lot of money.

Xiao Jing was very happy. At that time, because of the Xiao family's accident, Bai Rongwei fell ill, and this pregnancy was extremely difficult. Now the mother and daughter are safe, which is also a good thing.

Cheng Lisu and Song Taotao came to see Bai Rongwei and brought a lot of congratulations. At present, the Xiao family is the confectionery in the eyes of Emperor Zhaokang, and those relatives in the past remember the "old love".

Cheng Lisu collected the cloths and tonics from his mother's trustee and let Xiao Xiao's little servants gather around. When they did not see Xiao Jue, they asked Xiao Jing: "Is Uncle Big, Uncle Xiao not in the house?" "

He did not see Xiao Jue for a while.

Xiao Jing stunned: "At this time, he should be in the ancestral hall."

Cheng Lisu stood up and said, "I'm going to find him!" A cigarette slipped away.

He had a close relationship with Xiao Jue. Xiao Jing and Bai Rongwei had already seen strange, but it was Song Taotao. After Cheng Lisu ran away, he asked Bai Rongwei: "Grandma Xiao, can there be news from Lord He?"

Bai Rong whispered, sighed, and shook his head.

Song Taotao was a little disappointed.

At the other end, Cheng Lisu ran outside the gate of the ancestral hall.

The weather was getting colder, leaves were falling in the courtyard, and a layer of hoarfrost had accumulated on the tiles. He crept in and saw the young man standing in front of the right card in the middle of the temple.

The dark blue robe, the coldness and alienation of his lining, looked at the shrine's gaze, which was also safe and calm. Cheng Lisu suddenly remembered that the thunderstorm was endless in the summer afternoon many years ago, and he was like this. In order to chase a flower cat, he stumbled into this place by accident and accidentally hit the heart of a ruthless young man. , The gentleness that the world is difficult to peep.

The young man's voice sounded, "What do you do behind the scenes."

Cheng Lisu was taken aback for a moment and was found. He walked in obediently and called out "Uncle".

Xiao Jue didn't look at him.

His habit from a young age, whenever he was restless and irritable, when he was unbearable, came here and lit three incenses, after the three incense sticks, everything was still the same.

His anxiety and fear must not be seen by outsiders. At this moment, it seems that the waves under the peace are choppy.

"Uncle, are you worried about your aunt?" Cheng Lisu asked.

Xiao Jue was silent.

After a long time, when Cheng Lisu thought Xiao Jue would not answer him, Xiao Jue said, "Yes."

Cheng Lisu looked at him.

"I just hope she stays safe."

...

After coming out of Bai Rongwei's house, Song Taotao felt a little bored.

She knew He Yan's news and was very worried. Even though she had troubled secretly for a long time because He Yan was a woman, now, those are all past things.

In all fairness, He Yan is a woman, and she actually likes He Yan very much.

Death is fair to everyone, so the battlefield becomes extremely cruel. And when you are truly aware of cruelty, people start to grow up.

Carefree girl, the biggest worry in the past was that today's hairpins are not good-looking. The new lipstick is too dull. Now, I finally understand the taste of helplessness.

Perhaps, she also began to grow up.

A young man in Tsing Yi walked up to his face, his eyebrows were beautiful and arrogant, and he was somewhat similar to the cheerful and lively girl. Song Taotao stepped in his foot, "He..."

She remembered that this young man was He Yan's younger brother. His temperament was completely different from that of He Yan, but the spirit and perseverance between his eyes were very similar.

He Yunsheng also saw her.

It seems that Miss Fu, whom Yan Yan met in Liangzhou Wei, is a guest of the Xiao family. He came to the Xiao family today to inquire about He Yan. Of course, he did not hear the news he wanted. He forgot Song Taotao's name, and only nodded a little. After saying hello, he would walk sideways.

"Hello..." Song Taotao subconsciously called him.

He Yunsheng stopped, looked up and asked, "What else does the girl do?"

Song Taotao whispered her lips and thought for a while before speaking, "You can rest assured that Wu Anhou will return safely."

He Yunsheng was startled, as if she didn't expect that she would say so. After a moment of silence, she said to her, "Thank you." Only then turned around and left.

Looking at his back, Song Taotao didn't know whether it was to a distant person or to himself, and whispered to herself: "She will definitely come back."

...

A night of frost, the fruit on the pomegranate tree in front of the window was red, but it fell on the tip of the tree. A little red was lit in the shadow of the tree, and the beads were like fire.

Baiguo little girl stood under the tree, looking at the pomegranate with the biggest and reddish saliva dripping early in the morning. The second young master's courtyard was deserted, and the most lively one was this pomegranate tree. The biggest one is a small lantern, which is very sweet at first glance.

Qingmei passed by, seeing what she looked like, and couldn't help but gently tapped on Ginkgo's head and said, "Geeky."

Ginkgo smacked his mouth and was about to speak. When he looked up, he saw Xiao Jue coming out of it and was busy: "Master!"

Xiao Jue glanced at her, "What's the matter?"

Ginkgo pointed to the tree, "Look, pomegranate is red!"

Xiao Jue looked sideways, and the fruit on the tree made the emerald color a little glamorous, like the lights burning at night.

"It's so red, it must be very sweet." Ginkgo bit his finger.

Qingmei couldn't help but whispered: "The young master wants to keep the sweetest for the young lady. What are you greedy for?"

Baiguo whispered, "I know, I just want to say, can the smallest one be left to us..." Her voice gradually diminished, and she dared not finish talking.

Xiao Jue walked over to the pomegranate tree, and suddenly it appeared at some point last year that a woman had stood under the pomegranate tree and was struggling to pick the pomegranate from the tree. Afterwards, things were piled up in the middle of Beijing. The biggest pomegranate hadn't been picked before, and it was fully ripe. She regretted it for a long time. The time is right now, but the pomegranate pickers have not returned.

He picked up the stones under the tree and looked at the farthest tip. His fingers moved slightly. The stone flew towards the tip, and the red lantern-like pomegranate fell in response to the palm of his hand.

It was heavy and red.

He withdrew his hand. The pomegranate at this season had to be put in the well in the courtyard and soaked in cold water, so that when He Yan came back, it was just right.

Xiao Jue was about to leave, and Chiwu ran in from the outside, panting, and only said: "Master... Master... Fu Yuejun returned to Beijing!"

Qingmei and Baiguo were stunned, and then they were happy, and were about to speak. As soon as they looked up, they saw the strong wind sweeping in front of them, and then looked at the courtyard. There was no figure of Xiao Jue.

Only the fruity pomegranate tree is more beautiful than winter plum.

...

At the gate of the city, already full of people who had arrived from Wenxin, the streets were blocked tightly.

Most of the people who came here greeted the soldiers. Many young women led the young children to stand in the wind, carefully identifying whether they had a familiar face in the crowd. If you see someone who is alive, you will rush over regardless of the occasion and cry with someone. Some old people tremblingly supported the walking stick and came out from the beginning to the end, until their eyes were disappointed and turned into ice.

During a war, countless households were fragmented, parting and reunited, joy and tears, tragic comedy on earth, without exception, staged one by one.

When Xiao Jue arrived, the team had passed the city gate. How many soldiers and horses were there before the trip, now it was half as much. Everyone's face was tired and joyful, but at the forefront, there was no easy and familiar ride on the horse. Figure.

His eyes were fixed.

When the class teacher returns to the dynasty, please be rewarded. The master who is a hero will always be at the forefront. There is no exception, but now, no.

There is no shadow of He Yan.

When He Yan was "General Feihong", when the class teacher returned to the dynasty, he did not see it. Later, He Yan joked with him: "Xiao Jue, one day, I will definitely tell you to see my heroic return after winning the battle."

But now, the long troop of horses and horses, without her figure.

For many years, perhaps since the death of Xiao Zhongwu and Mrs. Xiao, he has never had such an overwhelming time. For a moment, he didn't even know when and where he was.

The lively crowd seemed to be far away from him. Someone walked by in front of him. He never noticed that the young man who had lost his soul was the governor of Dawei’s right army, squeezing his tightly held pomegranate away from his hands and rolling away. Into the crowd, no trace.

He seemed to have returned to the night when he was a boy, and all the plainness and calmness suddenly cracked, panicking somehow.

It seems that it has been a long time, and it seems that it has not been a long time.

He seemed to understand what he was going to do next, turned around, then froze.

Near the wall by the street, leaning on a young woman, she was wearing a red dress, her waist was like a pine green, she was looking at him with a smile, and a red fruit was thrown up and down in his hand. The pomegranate that was squeezed out of the crowd.

"Hey," she shouted unreasonably when he saw him, "I'm opposite the young master, I have an injured leg, can't go forward anymore, can you walk your body and walk forward?"

The crowd of the young man's gaze passed over, fixed on her for a long time, and then he walked towards her.

Step by step, it seems that it has crossed all the mountains and seas and years, and finally found the home in the long life.

The girl smiled and opened her arms wide, as if asking for a hug. He quickly stepped forward and held the man in his arms.

In an instant, all the sounds are silent, only the arms of each other can be the longest attachment.

Someone in the crowd beside him was happy, some were crying, some were meeting again, some were leaving. They were snuggling up with each other in this lively world, even if everything is going on, it goes without saying.

Young Jinyi was picturesque, patting her head gently, and the warmth of his palm made He Yan's eyes hot, unconsciously, and tears fell.

"Long absence, Governor Du." She whispered.

Fortunately, they can always meet and reunite.