After a long time, the man behind him finally spoke, "Your father loves you." ” The crescent moon smiled, "I have three brothers above me, and my father is almost forty years old, so he got my one daughter, so he naturally holds it in the palm of his hand as a baby."
He always said that sooner or later my three brothers would have to go out of the house, and I was the only one who would stay with him, and he would never want me to leave the house.
Speaking of this, Crescent Moon paused, and her voice became cautious, "Can you send me home?"
I know you're not a bad person, and you're good to me, but I've been away from home for so many days, and my dad must have gone crazy, so maybe they're going to find me now. ” The person behind him didn't move, and after a while, the cloth ball was stuffed back into the crescent moon's mouth.
"They're not going to look for you."
With that, the man walked out the door, and the door was closed again.
The smoke gradually dissipated, Hong Dachuan looked at the messy scene in the valley, his footsteps were stagnant, and he didn't dare to take a step forward.
It's not that he hasn't seen a dead man, since he was sixteen years old, he has been fighting with the army in the north and south, and he has not seen any tragic scenes, but what is presented in front of him now is by no means the scene after the battle that is common on the battlefield, but a massacre.
The enemy is in the open and I am in the dark, after a rain of arrows, the three thousand Liao soldiers have no power to fight back, and then attack again, but what is it if it is not a massacre?
Now in front of Hong Dachuan, there are broken corpses and countless hideous faces, some people, their eyes have not been closed, and the bottom of their eyes is lifeless, but they still show an unwilling light.
"Let's all walk around to see if there is anything left alive, the general said, not a single one can be left alive."
The voice behind him was urging him, so Hong Dachuan forced himself to go into the valley and walk towards the Liao army that was spread all over the place.
Finally, he saw a small body, he should not be sixteen years old, the body has not yet grown into bones, and at first glance it looks like a half-grown child.
Now, he desperately tried to stay still, but the broken arm was his biggest obstacle, and the pain made him shiver for a while, and although he had tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't resist the natural reaction of his body.
He also saw Hong Dachuan, tears of despair rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and he suddenly shouted and said a series of words that Hong Dachuan couldn't understand.
"Dachuan, why are you stunned if you don't do it yet?"
The voice behind him sounded again, Hong Dachuan shuddered and pulled out the long knife, the cold light flashed, everything was over, but the eyes, the eyes that stared at him, did not close after all.
They tormented him from time to time for decades to come, leaving him with a lifetime of shackles.
Tonight, Hong Dachuan woke up from the nightmare again under the gaze of those eyes, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, sticky and wet, his fingers were nervously curled up, and he grabbed the bed board.
He stared vigilantly around him, panting for breath, as if the demon who had been with him for years was hidden in the darkness.
It was a long time before he finally realized that he was sitting on the bed at home, and not in the valley where corpses were strewn with corpses, but this discovery did not relax his tense muscles, but made him more alert, and he gently drew a dagger from under the pillow without making a sound, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.
Huang Hezhong died, they used to fight side by side, and they were friends of life and death, but the day before yesterday, he went like this, and he went so bizarrely, the same way as Liu Chen and the two died.
In the entire Liaoyang Town, there are only five people who participated in the battle that year, and now three of them have been killed, who will be the next one?
Thinking of this, he once again clenched the dagger in his hand, and a pair of alert eyes swept to the side of the bed, trying to discern something from the thick night.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle" A black shadow flashed at the end of the bed, small in size but extremely fast, bringing a gust of breeze that blew Hong Dachuan's scattered hair back up.
He tried his best to keep his composure, and he rolled over and got out of bed lightly, leaning as low as he could, watching vigilantly in the dark.
"Rustle" The voice sounded again, but this time, it changed its position and came behind Hong Dachuan.
Behind?
He was clearly with his heel against the wall, so how could that thing be behind him?
Hong Dachuan was shocked, and his hair exploded, but fortunately, his body had not forgotten the flexibility he had trained on the battlefield, so he rolled on the ground, facing the wall in a half-crouching ambush shape, and looked up at the dark wall shadow.
But it's better not to look at it, when he looks, he is completely stunned, his already tense body is frozen, and he can't move.
On the wall, there stood a small figure, half an arm's length of an adult, thin and small, more like a monkey than a child.
Because, it just stood on the wall, its body was just above Hong Dachuan, a pair of immobile eyes stared straight at him, its toothless mouth was slightly raised, and a very weird smile was split.
It looked at Hong Dachuan for a while, and suddenly walked down the wall, its body parallel to the ground, but it walked very steadily, stepped on the wall, made a "rustling" sound, and walked towards the stunned man below.
Finally, it came to a place close to Hong Dachuan, and the two of them were only a finger's distance between them, staring at each other.
Without the barrier of darkness, Hong Dachuan finally recognized what it was, the thing that was almost pasted on his face turned out to be a clay figure, a pinched vivid clay figure.
He felt that he had never been so afraid in his life as he was now, although the battle on the battlefield was tragic, but this fear of the unknown was obviously better, it was like a poisonous snake without temperature, stirring his internal organs little by little, squeezing out every drop of heat in it.
Fortunately, Hong Dachuan's brain was not completely fainted, and at the last moment, he kicked over the copper basin that had been placed next to the bed early, and the copper basin made a "clang" sound, which was particularly loud in the silent night.
"It turns out that what the girl said is right, people are so nervous that they can't make a sound."
Hong Dachuan watched the door being kicked open from the outside, and when two figures ran towards him with long swords, what he thought of was what Jiang Xixi said to him.