Da Han Yan Hua Fifteen Zhao Song [Tears Request Pink Vote]

  "Qing Song," Liu Ying put down her niece and turned to instruct the leader of the guards, "Tell someone to send a message to Rong Li's residence, saying that the daughter of Xuanping Hou's family is here with me, safe and sound."

  "Alright." The sturdy young man replied steadily.

  Since she had already walked from the dark path to the bright path, Zhang Yan was impatient to return to that stuffy train compartment which she had been in for a long time, and instead climbed up onto the side of the carriage where the coachman sat.

  The gentleman let out a sigh and continued driving the chariot, Zhang Yan steadied the reins, lifted her face up, and amidst the rushing wind, she suddenly felt an urge to sing out loud. She suppressed this urge, but couldn't suppress the radiant smile that spread across her face, her eyebrows and eyes curving into crescent moons.

  "Uncle," she turned back and shouted loudly in the direction of the car.

  "Hmm?" The wind carried Liu Ying's response from inside the carriage.

  "Can you ride a horse?"

  "Okay."

  "Really good."

  "When you're a few years older, you can learn how to ride."

  "Uncle?"

  "In."

  "How did you find me just now?" she asked curiously, having clearly hidden herself very well, not even daring to breathe loudly.

  He hummed slightly in the carriage, "You only remembered to take off all your jewelry, how could you forget the jade on your waistband?"

  "Ah?" Zhang Yan looked down in surprise, and indeed saw the small jade ornament on her waistband. Under the jade pendant, two curved moon-shaped ivory tusks collided with each other, producing a clear and pleasant sound.

  "Oh." She said with a sigh, at that time, it was the fashion for people to wear jade as accessories, and they would change their jewelry every day, but the jade would never leave their body. When the wheels of the carriage were turning, the jade would make a tinkling sound. In the bustling streets of Chang'an City, it was not easy to notice, but once outside the city, it could no longer be hidden, and in the end, she was caught.

  On both sides of the main road are large areas of black fields, with the fertile plains of Guanzhong stretching for thousands of miles. It's early spring and not yet time for farming, but some farmers can be seen in the fields here and there.

  "Uncle?"

  "Huh?"

  She chuckled and asked, "Have you ever farmed?"

  "When I was young, I saw my mother and uncles planting."

  "Oh, oh."

  The wind blew on her face, it was very strong, and in a short while, she felt dry. She had planned to sneak out today, so naturally, she didn't bring any personal care items that girls usually carry with them. Now following her uncle around, eating, dressing, and using things were not a problem, but Liu Ying, as a 14 or 15-year-old boy, would absolutely not think of preparing cosmetics for himself. Besides, he looked down on the cosmetics here, now his face was blown dry, what could he use to moisturize it later?

  This issue can be very big, the skin and beauty of a daughter's family need to be cultivated from an early age. If you have the idea that it doesn't matter today, there will definitely be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow...the Nth day.

  "Uncle." She called out for the third time as she turned back.

  "Zhang Yan, are you annoying?!" Liu Ying's furious voice, "Get back to the car compartment!"

  She let out a snort of laughter and said, "That's exactly what I'm saying, I'm going in."

  The sound of horseshoes came from behind the carriage, getting closer and closer.

  "Reporting to the young master," the messenger drove his horse outside the carriage and reported, "I met the person sent by the sixth young master to ask about the young lady on my way back. After communicating with him, he hurried back quickly without a letter from the mansion."

  "Got it." Liu Ying said.

  After the sky had passed noon, Zhang Yan put down the curtain of the carriage, touched her own belly, turned her head and pitifully shouted, "Uncle, shouldn't we have lunch now?"

  Liu Ying glared at her with a scowl, "Didn't you say you'd be good? Why are you yelling about being hungry again?"

  "I'm very well-behaved, you see, I'm worried that Uncle is hungry, aren't I?"

  Liu Ying smiled and ordered the car to stop.

  At that time, the car was parked in the wilderness, on the left were fields and countryside houses, with a few peach blossoms planted between the ridges of the fields, already in the second month of spring, slightly swaying in the breeze; On the right side of the road was a slope, on which was a lush grassland, occasionally opening into a purple flower of unknown name, with small petals, dotted among the grass, like a naturally woven carpet.

  Zhang Yan let out a whoop and rushed onto the grass, with Liu Ying shouting from behind, "It's wet up there, don't trample around."

  She kicked off her two silk shoes at the edge of the slope, wearing only a pair of white stockings, jumped onto the grass, turned back and smiled, "Isn't this okay?"

  But wouldn't that ruin the stockings, Liu Ying thought helplessly, looking at Zhang Yan's cheerful expression, she swallowed back the words on her lips, and smiled wryly, thinking to indulge just this once, after all it's not often that they get to go out.

  One side of the green pine had already assigned tasks to everyone, three went hunting, two went to collect firewood for living, and one went to a farmhouse in the distance to ask for some seasoning food, while the remaining two stayed with themselves to protect the two masters, lest something went wrong.

  There are many wild chickens and rabbits in the forest, and hay is scattered all over the fields. Before long, the first team of people returned with a lot of wild chickens and rabbits; The second group of people had already started a fire, plucked the hair off the wild chickens and rabbits, applied salt, garlic, beans, and other seasonings, and roasted them over the fire.

  Zhang Yan was delighted to see the fun of cooking in the wild, and wanted to come over to lend a hand. Only then did she discover that her feet had gotten wet and muddy from the dew on the grass, and her silk shoes were now wet and uncomfortable.

  "Know you're not perfect, right?" Liu said with a hint of a smile, putting his hands behind his head and walking over with an air of relaxation, "I didn't prepare any clothes for you here, who knew you'd sneak along?"

  "Do you know how you didn't remind me just now?" Zhang Yan was so angry that she became embarrassed, "If I had known this earlier, I would have been better off wearing shoes and coming up."

  "Don't know the kindness of others." Liu Ying muttered, "Alright, alright, when we pass by the next village, I'll send someone to help you get two pairs."

  Zhang Yan hummed, her cheeks flushing red, and she stomped away in her silk shoes, but was immediately invited back with great respect. "Young mistress, why don't you go play over there for a while? We'll naturally call you when it's done cooking. Young mistress, your status is noble, we can't have you getting splattered by sparks."

  This is too humiliating, Zhang Yan's face turned red with rage, "Do I look so useless?" Can't even roast a wild game without being scorched by sparks?

  "It's not like that at all. Even if you're not a Martian, it's still not good for your face to be smoked by fireworks."

  She walked back with her mouth pouted, but was met with Liu Ying's smiling face.

  "That's right, this is what a six-year-old should look like," the young man placed his hands on the girl's cheeks and pulled slightly, without using any force, "always being so clever and resourceful, I'm worried that you're not happy in your heart."

  She desperately shook her head to avoid his large palm, but couldn't help smiling at the corner of her mouth, still staring at him, "You speak as if you're so old and wise, yet you're only eight years older than me."

  Liu Ying said with a smile, "As long as I'm older than you, it's fine."

  She ran off again, stepped back onto the grass, and suddenly felt a surge of childhood innocence. She picked many flowers, brushed off the dirt from the stems, and wove them into a floral ring.

  Occasionally falling purple flowers

  What should a six-year-old be like? she asked herself.

  She didn't know. She was too far away from her six-year-old self. Her only impression of her six-year-old self was that it was the year her parents died, and the two mountains that had sheltered her from the wind and rain in her life both collapsed, then smiled and stood up, blocking herself, so he became a new mountain in her life.

  She stole a glance at Liu Ying, would he become her another mountain? However, he really wanted to protect too many people, the entire Lü and Zhang families, ultimately all fell on him, this busy him, probably wouldn't pay much attention to a small self like hers.

  If Luomi were here, she would probably laugh at this. Luomi is a person who is completely different from herself, she has never been willing to let others shield her from the wind and rain, instead, she would rather stand up for herself like a mountain. So many times, Luomi's arrival was more dazzling than her own, in private, she actually envied Luomi, Luomi seemed to be a radiant being, unconsciously attracting people to come to her side.

  Some things are enviable, but no matter how much you envy them, they will always be themselves. Luomi is still Luomi, and she can never become another Luomi, nor does she want to be. If she became a second Luomi, where would she find the original Zhang Yan?

  We ordinary men and women, we can only be ourselves.

  When she was lost in thought, she suddenly remembered the song that Tuer sang to her. On the first night she came to this strange world, the song comforted her and soothed her wandering heart.

  She still vaguely remembered the tune of that song, so she started singing, "The peach tree has blossoms, shining with a brilliant glow, in front of the door it does not bend, floating and becoming straight, sighing and sighing again!"

  In February, the spring breeze blows by, and the peach blossoms on the edge of the field fall from the trees one after another, falling into the ditch and swirling away with the water.

  "Master," Qing Song walked up to Liu Ying's side and said softly, "Two wild chickens have already been roasted."

  Liu Ying nodded and turned to face Zhang Yan, wanting to call her over for lunch. But she saw Zhang Yan kneeling on the grass, wearing a flower crown, continuing to sing, "The peach tree has a spirit, its spirit is bright, today it will not wither, what proof is there that no one will come? Remind me again and again!" The lyrics were happy and positive, but she was singing in Zhao Di's tune. Yan Zhao had always been known for its heroic and tragic songs, so even this melody had a hint of heroism and sorrow. Ah Yan's pitch was a bit low, her voice was delicate and fragmented, with a slightly melancholic and nostalgic tone, which was a bit strange but also pleasant to listen to. As she sang, Ah Yan placed her hands clasped together in front of her chest, her face showing a faintly devout expression.

  Liu Ying was taken aback, unsure why he felt that Ah Yan's posture seemed somewhat sacred, and yet Ah Yan appeared too mature. His mind flashed with such thoughts, and he felt a little strange. In an instant, from a certain angle, Zhang Yan, who was kneeling on the grass, suddenly transformed into a paper-cut figure in his eyes, thin without any thickness, yet with beautiful contours, elegant colors, and a subtle charm that could not be expressed in words.

  Many years later, Liu Ying recalled the scenes she had seen at that time. Every blade of grass and every tree was fragrant in the gentle breeze, and everything was within her perception. Sometimes we want to stay away from some people or things that we dare not care about, but this thought is already close. The uninhibited youth of their hometown's wild grassland actually also hid signs of separation.

  Sometimes "immediately" is "apart", and sometimes "apart" is "immediately". They were never clearly distinguished in the first place.

  Watching others' fortunes rise while your own stagnates is torture.

  Then continue to cry and beg for pink tickets.

  Today is the third watch.

  Because Pink arrived at 1700 ahead of time.

  So, it's already the fourth watch tonight.

  Some rivers have plenty of water all year round.

  So if you still have pink tickets in your hands, give them to Jiang.