No matter how bandit he is, he is still his bandit, the bandit he likes. …
Xiao Rong buried the lower half of his face in his arms. It was dark now and it was difficult to see his expression clearly. Qu Yunmie waited nervously, but Xiao Rong suddenly stood up.
He stomped on the small flame on the ground, then said to Qu Yunmie calmly, "Get up and find the direction. We can't just wait for people outside to find us. This place is a bit spooky. It's so cold in the middle of the night that people are not shivering. If this place is easy to be discovered, someone would have moved in and settled here long ago."
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
Holding his breath, he also stood up, then Xiao Rong walked over and asked him to put his arm on his shoulders.
Qu Yunmie looked at him silently, and the anger and frustration in his eyes disappeared just like that.
Qu Yunmie pointed in the direction, and Xiao Rong helped him move forward, but in fact he didn't help much, because Qu Yunmie would not put all his weight on him. The two of them walked forward slowly, and no one made a sound. After they walked out for who knows how far, a little coldness suddenly fell on the tip of Xiao Rong's nose. He subconsciously looked up at the sky, and in the darkness, there were some tiny lights, very, very faint, because they were not stars, but rain.
Xiao Rong suddenly stopped moving. He raised his free hand to catch the rain. The rain was not heavy, and every drop was icy cold, but it was not snow, but rain.
Xiao Rong had always thought that the warmth here might be a special case, and that the terrain made the temperature higher. What if it wasn't? What if this was just the first place to react after the Little Ice Age, which lasted for hundreds of years, ended?
Looking at the raindrops rushing into his palm, Xiao Rong suddenly felt his nose a little sour. He wanted to cry.
But not for myself, but for those who lost their lives in the heavy snow.
When the severe cold weather came, all ethnic groups took up arms for survival. From then on, there was no more peaceful years. People were born in tragedy, grew up in suffering, came and went in a hurry. The emperor and the slaves had the same fate, and no one knew when they would die at the hands of others.
And now this rain vaguely told Xiao Rong that it was about to end.
The severe cold is about to end, and the troubled times are about to end.
Qu Yunmie stared at Xiao Rong blankly, not understanding why he was crying, and Xiao Rong suddenly sniffed, turned his head, gave him a faint smile, and continued to support his arm: "Let's go."...
Xiao Rong's feeling was not wrong, it was indeed about to end. The place where they were located was a large pit in the Tianchuan Mountains where few people had ever been. It used to rain only here, but tonight it rained even in the outer areas. It was raining on the official road, in the camp, and even in Yiyang. Ice and snow were falling. In the past, it only snowed in Yiyang.
Xiao Rong was relatively calm. An old man heard the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves in the middle of the night, walked out of the house tremblingly, and saw the yard full of water. He burst into tears on the spot. Rain meant that the weather was getting warmer and spring had arrived early. After so many years, the Spring Festival finally took on its original responsibility - announcing the arrival of spring to people.
There were many people walking in the rain that night, including Qu Yunmie and Xiao Rong, as well as the hundreds of thousands of troops on the mountain, and even more so Han Qing, who staggered forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
After the rain, the road was muddy and Han Qing couldn't see the road ahead clearly. He slipped and fell to the ground instantly. This time, he couldn't get up.
The arrow was still stuck in his head, but he didn't pull it out. After leading Qu Yunmie to the place, he ran forward without looking back. In fact, he didn't know where he was going at all. When the horse was too tired to run, he got off and walked on foot.
He had been to countless places and met countless people in his life, but at this moment, he couldn't figure out where he wanted to go.
Born in Xin'an, studied in Lujiang, became a monk in Chang'an, and entered Taoism in Dongyang. Changing his identity in this life was as easy as drinking water. Every time he changed his identity, a group of people and a place were abandoned by him. He never cared about this matter before, but now that he was dying, he realized that he was a rootless person.
But if he had to do it again, he would probably do it again.
Because this is his nature, and man cannot resist nature.
While lying on the ground, Han Qing watched the water gathering around him. He felt a little regretful because the timing was too good. Spring had arrived early. If he was the winner at this time, it would be like the heaven was helping him.
It’s a pity that he was the loser, and such a good title will go to Qu Yunmie.
In this position, the blood clots gradually flowed into Han Qing's intact eye, making everything in front of him full of blood. The pain became more and more severe. Han Qing knew that his time was up. Others might say something or have some thoughts at this time, but Han Qing had nothing. He just waited quietly until his thoughts completely disappeared from this world. …
His death did not attract anyone's attention. It might take a very long time before some mountain people would discover his bones. But at the moment of his death, Xiao Rong's body suddenly tensed up.
Someone found them. Some soldiers went back to report the news, and some soldiers took off their cloaks to give to Xiao Rong. When Xiao Rong was about to take it, his breath suddenly choked and his whole body became stiff as if frozen. He clearly felt something being pulled out of his limbs. This process took about three or four seconds. When it was over, Xiao Rong immediately knelt on the ground exhausted. He was gasping for breath and looked very bad.
But only Xiao Rong himself knew that he was fine. He hadn't felt this well in a long time. Vitality had been injected into his body again, and even his breathing was much smoother than before.
It was a long time before Xiao Rong realized what was going on.
He and Qu Yunmie... were finally untied.
When he heard Qu Yunmie's voice again, Qu Yunmie had already ignored his injured leg and knelt down beside Xiao Rong. He grabbed Xiao Rong's shoulders in panic, and when he saw him looking at him, he called him even louder: "A Rong, A Rong? "
Xiao Rong came back to his senses. He glanced at Qu Yunmie and whispered, "I'm fine."
Then he stood up by pressing the ground. Qu Yunmie looked at him and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
It was like he had lost something accidentally.
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