Ye Song leaned on the head of the coffin, slightly tilted her head to look at the night sky dotted with countless stars, and in her ears was the sound of clear water waving in the wind on the river, and there was no expression on her face.
My heart may be like a river, swinging and swinging, and I can't find a place to moor.
Su Jing fell asleep quietly on her lap.
Ye Song would look down from time to time to see if he had woken up.
It's just that he fell asleep silently like that, Ye Song's cold fingers stroked his eyebrows and hair, and he didn't seem to be conscious.
Ye Song said: "I still owe you a wine and plum blossom appreciation, a Mid-Autumn Festival fireworks, and a New Year's life and death."
If you die, I won't go ashore, and we will float wherever we go, didn't you say that as long as there is a place for me, it is equivalent to going home.
I'll live and die with you, but I can't take care of those storms and snows, will you blame me?"
She lowered her head to look at Su Jing's face, waiting for his answer.
Just when she was about to give up, Su Jing held her hand tightly, and this was his answer.
The stone paint floating on the river became more and more thick, and when the sky was about to dawn, a golden-red glow rose on the horizon, illuminating the water surface with oily light.
But Ye Song's hope sank like a stone sinking into the water.
She felt hopeless, everything, never so pale, and she couldn't do anything.
All of a sudden, she became a useless person.
The stars in the sky slowly fade as the night ends, and the moon slanted to the west, eventually disappearing without a trace.
There was nothing to see in the sky anymore, Ye Song was tired of seeing it, facing the morning glow on the horizon, he didn't want to open his eyes and take another look, so he only slowly closed his eyes.
But as soon as she closed it, the sleeping Su Jing suddenly pulled her fingers, she opened her eyes suddenly, and Su Jing's voice seemed to be nothing: "Stone paint" It must have been that the smell of stone paint floating on the surface of the water was too strong for him to smell even when he was asleep.
Ye Song was stunned, Su Jing's eyelids moved for a while, and finally opened her eyes, looking sleepy, but the blood in those eyes was even more frightening than the morning glow on the horizon.
Ye Song bent down and hugged Su Jing's head.
Su Jing's fingers gently touched the hair of Ye Song's sideburns, and said, "I didn't say it, I will wake up before dawn, and I won't lie to you this time."
He squinted his eyes and looked at the distant horizon, and his pale face was gradually quenched with warm gold, "In the east, Gusu, who walks all the way towards the rising sun, can always dock on the shore, is in the east." ” "Ah Song, I don't want to die yet, because I still want to watch that fireworks with you, and enjoy all the wind and snow of that winter plum, I want to give you hope only if you live."
Ye Song raised his head and looked at the east, his glass-like eyes were also faintly warm gold.
Su Jing fell asleep again, he didn't know if he could survive to the end, maybe he could or not.
But he couldn't let Ye Song wander aimlessly on this river with him.
It turns out that people are about to die, and it is such a mood.
It is said that if you want to live together, you will die together, and in the end it is just a beautiful wish.
He finally understood what kind of distress it was to say that night, when Ye Song was dying of an arrow in his body, the last thing he said to him was that he must live well.
In the end, what I hope is not that the other party will die with me, but that the other party will work harder to live.
No matter in the rest of his life, whether the other party has his own footprints in his life, I hope he will live well.
Su Jing also hoped that Ye Song would live well, and he was reluctant to let her accompany him to die.
Only when she gave Ye Song hope would she work hard to find a way to live, so he said that he didn't want to die on the river, and he said that he wanted to give Ye Song everything in the wind and snow.
Ye Song laid Su Jing flat in the coffin and staggered to her feet, the morning breeze blowing her hair.
Then she walked to the other end of the coffin, and removed the coffin lid tied with an iron whip, which she had brought to avoid rain in the middle of the way, but now she was standing in the coffin, glanced back at Su Jing, and then lifted the coffin lid and knocked it the edge, knocking it several times but not knocking it away, and finally raised her knee and hit it on her knee fiercely, and gritted her teeth and roared, and tried her best to break up a coffin lid into several wooden pieces.
She tied two of them together with a whip and placed them in the water on either side of the coffin, and then began to paddle through the water as a slurry.
The lonely coffin no longer floats on the water, it has a definite goal and direction.
Ye Song kept looking to the east, paddling all the way to the east.
She believed Su Jing's words, and all of them believed that as long as they went east, they could land on the shore.
He didn't want to die on the river, so she took him ashore and took him out, no matter how difficult it was.
The sky had not yet fully opened, Ye Song's vision in front of her was blank, the sky and the water blended together, and the only thing she could discern was the light of the rising sun in front of her.
Until the city of Suzhou, which has not woken up from sleeping in the night, the smoke and water are misty, the mist on the river is like an ethereal veil shrouded in it, the city is faintly lit, the outline is black, and it sits quietly on the water, it seems to be a wall, isolating the sky and the water.
Docked.
Ye Song finally landed.
She didn't have time to imagine how long this process was, and as soon as she got ashore, she seemed to have more hope.
The coffin was dangling from afar, and she carried Su Jing on her back and climbed up from it with difficulty, but the water floated and always couldn't lean on the shore peacefully, causing the two to almost fall into the water, fortunately, this was once a dock, and there were wooden stakes on the dock to tie the boat, so Ye Song tied the wooden stake with a whip to stabilize the coffin.
She put Su Jing aside and laboriously pulled the coffin up from the water.
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The coffin had been soaked in water for a long time, and the wood was a little swollen, Ye Song knocked out all the wooden blocks on the edge, leaving only the bottom plate and the short boards around it, and Su Jing lay on it.
Ye Song turned his head and looked at the quiet city of Suzhou.
It was as if she was the only one in the city and outside the city gasping for breath.
At this time, waves crash on the surface of the water, and a thick layer of stone paint floats on the waves, causing the whole wave to look black.
The sentinels guarding the city gate were standing drowsy at their posts, and the sky was not bright enough, and they did not notice anything unusual on the surface of the river, allowing the water covered with stone paint to flow into the streets and alleys of Suzhou.
The waterways in Suzhou extend in all directions, and the rivers are all connected.
Although the smell of stone paint in the air was unpleasant, the Nan Yao soldiers had never seen such a thing, and they didn't know what it was.
However, although they couldn't find the stone paint, they could easily find Ye Song.
Soon after Ye Song and Su Jing went ashore, the sleepy sentry saw the dark shadow on the river outside the city, rubbed his eyes, and immediately woke up, shouting: "Who is coming?"
Ye Song didn't answer, and the sentry said, "There are assassins."
When it was, a row of archers stood on the city tower, all of them drew their bows, and all the arrows pointed at Ye Song outside.
Ye Song stood facing the river facing the wind, the morning breeze blew her hair back a little arrogantly, and her face was as cold as frost.
The east wind came in time, and no matter how difficult the process was, in the end they still won.
I saw the black waves surging over one after another, some slapping on the riverbank, and the splashed black star foam stained the corners of Ye Song's clothes.
When the Nan Yao soldiers on the city tower were about to release their arrows, Ye Song took out a dry fire fold from her arms, the sparks she collected on the isolated island, and as soon as the wind blew, it immediately burst into flames.
Ye Song glanced back at Su Jing, and then said, "I can't accompany you to see the fireworks, so let this city bloom with beautiful fireworks, you remember to open your eyes and take a look." ” With that, she raised her arms, the wind blew her sleeves, and she threw the fire fold into the river.
A faint fire flickered on the surface of the river.
The soldiers on the tower were stunned, because the fire was thrown into the water and it was not extinguished, which was something that had never been seen before.
Immediately afterward, the flickering flame suddenly turned into a raging fire.
With the fire fold as the center, it spread wildly in all directions.
Suddenly, the entire surface of the river was covered in flames.
The flames jumped very fast, and with the help of the river wind, they suddenly burned into the city and rushed all over the streets and alleys.
The burning rivers are like streamers woven from the morning glow.
The soldiers of Nan Yao on the city tower were shocked when they saw this, and they fired arrows at Ye Song one after another.
Under the firelight, I saw that the tributary arrow flew in, Ye Song turned around, the heavy firelight in her eyes reflected her eyes more and more cold, she threw the whip and rolled up a few wooden planks that had just been unloaded on the ground, and in front of her and Su Jing, only to hear a burst of bells, several wooden planks were all filled with dense arrows, and when the archers were replaced, Ye Song rolled up those arrows with a whip, raised his arms and reflected back to the city gate.
A sparse scream rang out from the tower, and several archers fell from the tower.
The fires in the city of Suzhou are getting more and more intense, and the fires in the river have ignited the weeds and trees on the banks, all the way to the houses, and they are out of control.
They didn't have time to take care of Ye Song anymore, and soon there was a fire on the city tower with the wind, and the Nan Yao soldiers turned to put out the fire.
The fire was like a poisonous snake letter, crawling at Ye Song's feet, as if ready to rush up and bite her at any time, and even the stones on the riverbank were baked red.
As far as the eye could see, sparks flew around the air like fireflies.
Ye Song took a step back, then looked down at Su Jing lying at the bottom of the coffin, held up the bottom plate with a whip, then turned around and pulled the whip with his bare hands, and walked out of the city step by step with an expressionless face.
The burning Gusu City behind him has become the most gorgeous backdrop.
The sky that had just opened seemed to have become darkened because of this, and the morning sun in the east was also frightened and did not dare to rise.
The heat wave hit behind her, and the corners of Ye Song's clothes and hair flew together, and the messy hair covered her face.
In the coffin dragged behind her, Su Jing slept peacefully.
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