All is past
Su He was buried in the place where the light was brightest. In the morning, the first ray of sunlight would pass through the gaps in the valley and illuminate the land.
She was left here forever.
He Yingchun knew that they couldn't carry a dead person with them, so she clenched her fists and looked at the place.
Su He, wait for us. One day, we will come back and take you home.
Zhao Wu leaned one hand against the stone wall, his face shrouded in gloom, as he and a group of yamen runners gathered to discuss their next route. The wind howled, and although the runners were dressed warmly, the biting chill still penetrated their thick clothing and attacked everyone.
The repeated dangers made them very tired. At this time, Chen Xinrong came over and said, "Brother Zhao, I counted them. There are less than 70 people."
Several people looked grave. The team of nearly a hundred people had lost one-third of its members before they had even walked halfway.
Several tents, food utensils, and equipment of all sizes were lost. If we go back, let alone whether the brown bear will appear again, it will be difficult for us to survive this blizzard.
"There's no going back." Zhao Wu had walked the most and was most familiar with this route. He unfolded the map and carefully looked for possible routes to reach his destination.
A tall and strong yamen runner looked down and pointed to a small path. "I've walked here before. Although this path is rough, it can quickly get you to the post station."
Zhao Wu glanced at him and pondered for a few seconds. "I've been on this road before. It's indeed faster, but I'm afraid it's prone to avalanches right now."
The yamen runners looked at each other with worry in their eyes. The avalanche was so powerful that if they were caught in it, everyone would be crushed underneath, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
Wang Kui pointed at the tall and strong yamen runner and said, "Damn, Wu Gui, what a rotten idea you came up with! If an avalanche happens, everyone will die!"
"What other solutions do you have?" Wu Gui stared at him, not quite convinced. Among them, Zhao Wu was the leader, followed by Wang Kui. He was usually arrogant and conceited, and many people disliked him.
Going back would mean another day of delay, one day later than expected.
In the cold wind, Zhao Wu frowned, took a deep breath, and after weighing the pros and cons, decided to
"We have to take this risk. If we go back, the black-haired monster might still be there. We can't delay any longer. This mountain has a unique shape and there are many caves. We can take shelter in the caves when the time comes. If we hurry, we can reach the post station in half a day after the snow stops."
He looked at everyone and asked, "What do you think?"
The others nodded. Although Wang Kui was not convinced and cursed a few times, he didn't say anything else. No one wanted to go back and face the brown bear, so they could only grit their teeth and move forward.
"It's almost time to rest. We have to leave quickly." He put on his hat, put the map back in his arms, and wrapped his clothes tightly.
"Walk!"
After resting for a quarter of an hour, the team set off again.
Some people hugged each other for warmth, and some walked around rubbing their hands.
Some people huddled together on the ground and were unable to stand up again.
He Yingchun and her mother held the twig in between and snuggled up to keep warm. Li Bin supported Wen Jingzhao in front and walked very slowly.
I didn't feel anything when I was running for my life, I even felt hot all over. Now the sweat is sticking to my body, and when the wind blows, I feel cold, as if I am dancing inside my clothes.
Those who died on the roadside never got up again, and were covered with layer upon layer of snow.
"Ah!!!" Someone couldn't stand the cold anymore, so he rushed forward to strip off the clothes from the dead body and put them on himself. The people next to him saw this and rushed forward to strip off his pants as well, and put them on themselves shiveringly.
His outer and inner clothes were stripped off completely.
We came naked and we will leave naked.
All that was left was a naked body, lying quietly on the cold ground, as if it had become a part of the cold.
Such an absurd scene made He Yingchun feel cold in her heart.
Suddenly, Wen Jingzhao, who was walking in front, stopped.
He seemed to have thought of something, turned around in panic and ran back.
He Yingchun was panicked for a moment, thinking something had happened. When her eyes fell on the people who were snatching clothes, her whole body froze.
Su... Suhe! ! !
Several people ran back.
Before he reached the place, he saw from afar a large hole dug out where Su He was buried. The prison uniform of the man who had already become stiff was stripped off, and someone was hurriedly putting it on.
"What are you doing!!!!" He Yingchun shouted angrily.
Wen Jingzhao's eyes were cold and sharp, his lips were trembling, his breathing was rapid, he rushed forward angrily, and swung his fist in hatred.
His whole body was tense with anger.
Punch after punch, punch after punch, each blow was heavier than the last. The opponent was tall and thin, but he was also not intimidated. It seemed that he was a martial artist and responded with fierce moves.
The movements became more and more intense, the two men's fists hit each other, and the shadows of their legs crossed. Every collision brought tremors, as if it was a life-and-death duel.
The wound on Wen Jingzhao's face opened again, spurting out bright red blood and filling the air with a fishy smell.
The opponent's attack was fierce, but he would protect his head and vital parts, while Wen Jingzhao didn't care about his own life or death. Bright red blood flowed on his skin, and both sides' faces were stained bloody.
He Yingchun hugged Su He's body tightly and looked at it coldly. Her eyes were red and malice was growing in her heart.
If you continue to fight, someone will die.
The other party was scared and finally couldn't stand it anymore, "Are you crazy!!!! People are dead!!!! What's wrong with me just grabbing a piece of clothing!!!"
"Can't you see?? They're all taking it!!"
"Give it to me." Wen Jingzhao stretched out his hand, "Give it to me!"
"What are you doing?! Why are you dawdling?!" Wang Kui's voice sounded from behind.
He Yingchun was a little surprised that he was still alive.
The weather was extremely cold, and the wounds on his face had already scabbed over. He looked grim and grim now.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
He whipped everyone regardless of right or wrong.
"Hurry up and leave! If you delay the journey, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!!!"
Wen Jingzhao staggered under the whip, but he still held on to the tall and thin man tightly, "Give it to me!"
“Snap!” “Snap!”
Two more whips.
"I've really spoiled you guys! Damn it, it looks like you really want to die!"
Wang Kui became ruthless and seemed to really want to beat the two men to death here.
The tall and thin man showed fear on his face and hurriedly took off his clothes and threw them on the ground, "Brother Yamen Runner, please show mercy, please show mercy."
Zhao Wu also came over and said, "Alright, alright, let's hurry up and get going."
He asked Wang Kui to go ahead, while he stayed behind, frowning and holding a whip.
"What are you guys dawdling for? Hurry up and get going!"
"Hey, hey, big brother, leave now."
The tall and thin man bent his waist, looking at them secretly, glaring at Wen Jingzhao fiercely, licking the wound at the corner of his mouth, his eyes seemed to be filled with poison.
Zhao Wu waved his whip and told the people in front to hurry up. He glanced at Wen Jingzhao and gave them some time.
He Yingchun and her mother hurriedly dressed Su He and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on her body, but the bloodstains could not be wiped off.
Su He was buried, and pieces of soil covered her body. Deep grief lingered heavily in everyone's heart.
Setting off again, there is a long silence.
The wind was howling and the team was moving fast.
The silence of the valley was broken by the chaotic sound of footsteps, and the heavy snow fell more and more violently.
The mountains are gone, the trees are gone, and even the road under your feet is not clear. Everything is covered with snow. No one stops to appreciate this mysterious and magnificent beauty.
He Yingchun rubbed her face. She and Li Bin held Wen Jingzhao on the left and right, and her mother carried Xiaozhi on her back. It seemed that the team had returned to its original appearance, but there were two people missing.
He Yingchun looked ahead dejectedly, took a deep breath, and continued walking forward.
Wen Jingzhao walked with great difficulty.
"If..." He spoke, his voice hoarse.
"I can't walk anymore, just leave me behind..."
He Yingchun paused, feeling a sense of powerlessness as he lost people around him one after another.
The lightning pattern on his chest was burning hot, as if indicating that Wen Jingzhao was in critical condition.
"Master, I'm sorry." Li Bin touched his head and spoke with difficulty, his voice as if it had been pulled backwards.
"I have a fever."
"Let's stop here, taking this... burden with me..." He seemed to smile,
"You can't go far with a burden like me, so... just leave me here."
The young master who used to be so glorious and popular wherever he went now resigned himself to his fate and said that he was a burden.
"Impossible!" He Yingchun gritted his teeth.
"We're almost there, just hold on tight."
The snow was so heavy that it only covered my ankles at first, but now it is almost above my calves.
Li Bin was fine, as he had been practicing martial arts for many years and had a good physical foundation, but He Yingchun's body really couldn't hold on any longer.
Wen Jingzhao raised his eyelids, his hands drooped weakly.
"Is it dark? I'm so sleepy..."
She was so hungry. He Yingchun licked her dry lips and her stomach made a low rumbling sound. She still had a piece of bread and vegetable soup. She pursed her lips as if she was trying to quench her thirst by looking at a plum.
She took a difficult step. The lightning mark on her chest was getting hotter and hotter, which didn't feel good.
"You can't sleep. I'll read you a recipe for your favorite sweet and sour pork." He Yingchun swallowed her saliva.
"First, go to the third butcher Liu in Caishikou to buy pork tenderloin. The ones there are the freshest." Wen Jingzhao chuckled. He was a picky eater and had said the meat was not fresh several times. He Yingchun remembered it.
"Chop the tenderloin into small pieces and marinate with coarse salt. After marinating, coat them with egg liquid and then with cornstarch. Heat the pan, add oil, put the coated tenderloin pieces in, and deep-fry until golden and crispy. Then you can remove them."
Li Bin also swallowed his saliva. The more he listened, the hungrier he became, and the hungrier he became, the more energetic he became.
He Yingchun smacked her lips and continued, "But it's not crispy enough, so I need to fry it twice. Next, make the sauce: three tablespoons of sugar, one tablespoon of vinegar, some clear sauce, and a little salt. Mix well and it's done."
She added, "This is my secret recipe."
"Then stir-fry the minced ginger and garlic, add the pork tenderloin and stir-fry. Wow, it's amazing."
She became more and more excited as she spoke, and her body gradually became hot.
In a trance, it seemed as if he was back to the quiet evening. Wen Jingzhao was sitting at the exquisite carved mahogany dining table, eating sweet and sour pork tenderloin, steamed chicken with wine, steamed pork with rice flour, stir-fried choy sum, cabbage and fish ball soup, and Buddha's hand pastry, with a cup of white flower dew on his left hand.
The embroidered curtains with golden threads swayed gently, and the bead curtains jingled.
Wen Jingzhao first drank a mouthful of soup, then picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly. If he was happy with the food, he would say lightly, "Thank you."
The servants would be so happy holding the silver that they couldn't stop smiling.
When he was in a good mood, he would ask a musician to play for him. The sweet and sour aroma of the food seemed even more delicious accompanied by the sound of the piano. He ate leisurely in a quiet, comfortable and peaceful atmosphere. The scene was permanently frozen in the corridor of time.
All is past, yesterday cannot be retained, only memories and sorrow remain.
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