The neighbor to the east couldn't stand the hunger, and after eating a man who died at the door, his whole family died of illness; the neighbor to the west had always been poor, and the Jin soldiers besieged the city for only a few days before he died of hunger; the Shibo of the south neighbor was an official in the court, and since Jin

After the camp was returned, he burned down his house because he did not want to see the city destroyed and the country in mourning. There was only an old woman in the north neighbor, and she hung herself away after hearing that her son had died in battle.

The scene in Tokyo from the end of the first year of the reign of Emperor Jingkang to the beginning of the second year of the reign of Emperor Kangxi is recorded in the history books. There is not even a mention of "people's savings, ten houses and nine empty houses" are mentioned in the history books.

One sentence, a big request for gold and silk.

The elder brother became more and more accustomed to looking at the weak brother in silence for a long time. Song Wanru knew what the elder brother was thinking. Tokyo was full of bones and the city was crying, and there was no room for immature babies. But they had no choice. When the younger brother was born, his mother was

On the day of her death, my mother suffered so much because of her thoughts about her younger brother. My father once bowed and stared at my mother’s swollen belly with hope and worry, and told him that he should be filial to his mother and be friendly in the future.

Brothers and sisters——

The voices and faces of their parents are still before their eyes, but their belongings have been confiscated by the government. Their younger brother is the only thing they can keep!

Wails were used as music, new clothes were made of silk, armor was used as smoke cannons, the officials were forced to go to the Jin camp again, the people of Bianjing spent the New Year's Eve and the Lantern Festival, and the Jin people wanted to exchange gold and silver women for officials

At home, the Grand Heavenly Official became Grandpa Jin, and together with the parents and officials of Kaifeng Prefecture, they went from house to house looking for women. Song Wanru was so hungry that she lost her shape, wiped her face with ashes and fell to the ground to commit suicide. She narrowed her eyes and saw her brother.

Carrying the only blunt knife at home, he drove away the bandit-like officers and soldiers, and then ushered in the Jin army entering the city.

——The elder brother finally exchanged his life for his life. It was his first and last murder as a young scholar.

Song Wanru didn't cry. She was afraid that her voice would make her brother cry again and provoke Jin Bing, and she was also afraid that she would be tired from crying and lose her energy. She lay next to the lying corpse, just caressing her brother time and time again to prevent him from making a sound, until

She stood up when it got dark, put her brother on her back in a vegetable basket that had not been used for an unknown period of time, and then found her brother by the moonlight.

She wanted to find a place to bury her brother.

Her father would hug Song Wanru every time there was a thunder. In fact, she was not too afraid of thunder, but her father would tell a lot of stories, so she would not talk about things that she was not afraid of. Song Wanru was afraid of the darkness. She didn't like it.

Chaos doesn't like the unknown, and she always suspects that something is watching her in the dark. The darkness where she can't see her fingers is a desperate situation, and she can't see the light. What she fears is never the ethereal ghosts and monsters.

But compared to the brutal day, today's dark night only gave Song Wanru infinite peace.

Song Wanru dragged her brother with her, but she didn't weigh too much. People in Tokyo were starved to death. The Jin people used to exchange rice grains for the people's gold and silver in the outer city, but only a few luxurious and wealthy households could spare the money to exchange them.

, but they are just hanging on for a living. There are no eggs left behind when the nest is overturned, and the situation between high-ranking and low-ranking families is unprecedentedly fair when the capital is in ruins.

The guards of the Jin people were not strict, I don't know whether it was disdain or something. Song Wanru walked out of the city cautiously, but did not see any interceptions along the way. The outskirts of the city were originally a good place for ladies from the capital to go on an outing, but now there was a stench that filled the sky. Song Wanru couldn't smell it.

, she has been immersed in this stench for many days. The thick branches for digging the soil were not easy to get, but she was not willing to use the white jade hairpin hidden in her clothes. It was the dowry of her mother-in-law (grandmother), and her father had used it with his own hands.

It was inserted into her mother's hair, and she once said that she would give it to her brother's sister-in-law in the future. Song Wanru pawned a lot of things, and was robbed of a lot by the government. Even the last blunt knife was taken away by the golden man.

This is the only thing she has left to protect her. People are still wearing the hairpin, and people are dying with the hairpin. The sharp tip of the hairpin is the blade she prepared to drag people to be buried with her before she died.

In troubled times, how can an orphan girl and a weak brother let the only blade be blunt?

The Jin people came and went, and the city of Tokyo almost became an empty ghost town. Song Wanru had no place to go, and the capital was ruined. How could there be peace? In the troubled times where wars and bandits were rampant, she and her brother traveled long distances and stayed.

What difference was there in the ruined capital? Song Wanru just lived in a muddleheaded way, digging grass, stealing and even picking up corpses. She had done everything. She also found to her surprise that she was quite good at picking up leaks and picking up the former princes and nobles.

There were too many things buried under our house to pick up, so she could barely feed herself and her brother with a bite to eat. She was even a little indifferently hoping that the golden man would come again, so that she would have a reason to die.

The Jin man didn't come, but Zong Liushou came.

Zong Liushou came, the thieves gradually subsided, Song Wanru no longer had to wander around the suburbs all night, and she lived back in her own house. Tokyo is a big place, and all the good houses are abandoned and no one lives there, and the shabby places are no longer visible.

She left the warm and unique home in her memory. Song Wanru, the left-behind husband, had never heard anything about her father and brother, but she probably followed the Jin people to hunt in the north. Hunting, ha! Who doesn’t know what hunting is?

What's going on?!

It is said that the official family changed again, and the one who ascended the throne was King Kang, who had been praised by his brother as an envoy to the Jin Dynasty. The second year of Jingkang suddenly became the first year of Jianyan. But it didn't matter, Song Wanru stood on the wall indifferently and listened to people talking,

She only listened to this so that she could figure out how to survive. She could no longer do the things she did before. Song Wanru overheard that her husband-in-law was very strict and her brother was still here, so she couldn't die.

Going out to the city to look for food could only satisfy their hunger, and the rags she and her brother were wearing could no longer be worn. She lived like a lonely ghost, and she knew what she would encounter if she met anyone. At the age of twelve, she pretended to be a brat.

It’s already difficult, but what can a boy do? In this world, the lives of men and women are nothing but trivial matters, who can be nobler than the other?

Song Wanru touched her brother's forehead that was blown hot by the cold wind, took out her clothes, carefully pulled up her hair, wiped her face, and revealed her clear and bright face for the first time in more than a year. The twelve-year-old girl has been wearing it all year round.

He was so hungry that he looked weak and childish, as if he were eight or nine years old.

She dressed herself up carefully as if she was about to get married, and then walked to the left-behind husband's house following the path she had taken at night. She knew that she would most likely be stopped if she didn't make it, but it didn't matter, Song Wanru also

She doesn’t know what she will encounter, but she has to find a way and a destination in the chaos, right? With the hairpin stuck in her temples, she only knows that there are only two endings waiting for her, or she can get something that can keep her and her brother warm from the cold.

It would be better if she and her brother could happily reunite with their parents and brothers, or they could be a companion for the golden soldier.

Sure enough, she was stopped. The person who stopped her was dark-skinned and tall. He was a strong man who looked like a bear. He was holding a knife and wearing armor. He asked in a rough voice: "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to my husband's house to look for my father," Song Wanru said, raising her head and pretending to be innocent, "my brother is starving to death."

"Who is your father? What is his name?"

Song Wanru clearly said her father's name and raised her father's rank by half a level. The strong man stared at her for a long time, then said expressionlessly: "Your father ran away with the officials.

?”

Before Song Wanru had any time to think about it, her stomach was rolling in her throat, and she had already said sadly: "My brother was killed by the Jin people, how could dad surrender?"

"How old is this little yellow-haired girl? Do you know that the government is surrendering? Do you also know that you can't surrender?" The strong man thought for a long time and suddenly asked her with a smile showing his teeth, "Take me to see your brother."

The younger brother died, his forehead was still warm, and he died just before his sister could bring him clothes and food.

——Song Wanru followed the strong man in the end.

Only when she saw the tall and big son of the strong man did she realize that she had made a mistake. The strong man wanted her to be his daughter-in-law. Song Wanru meekly called her brother and uncle. The name of the new "brother" was very common.

In Bianjing City, a loud voice can make many traffickers turn around, and there is no big name. At fifteen years old, he is as strong as his father, and Song Wanru has to raise her head to see it.

He rubbed his hands and smiled blankly: "Dad said that when you grow up and get stronger, you will be my wife. My sister will also be fair-skinned like you."

So Song Wanru asked him why the girl he mentioned was missing, but unexpectedly, he rubbed his dark and rough face with his big hands, and said with red eyes, "That naughty golden grandpa took it away and gave it to the golden girl!"

Desolate and desolate, there is no need to mourn when a younger brother dies, there is no need to cry when one gets married.

Song Wanru buried her brother quietly, and then married herself off. There were no rules, no guests, relatives, or friends. In her eyes, it was more like selling herself for a meal and a place to live.

Washing, cooking, and mending, she made her uncle feel that it was worthwhile, and even felt a little strange when he learned that she could read and write. Song Wanru was very grateful. She felt that she was extremely lucky, and she just lived like this.

It was good to go down, she felt very at ease. She never had this sense of at ease after her parents passed away - Song Wanru knew that they were both soldiers who were accustomed to killing people.

She thought that her invisible contract of betrayal was for life, but she didn't expect that life would be so short. However, it only lasted more than a year, and she never saw anyone again.

When their boss saw her, he was stunned and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that the little girl Liu Da said he had snatched for his son would be so handsome, and she has such a good talk!" Before he could finish the sentence, he was choked up and could not speak.

Song Wanru didn't cry, she just used the uneaten rice they left behind to spend the New Year in a muddle-headed manner. In the third year of Jianyan, she was old enough to have haircuts.

I don't know who set off a firecracker on the first day of the year, and it crackled. She chopped the firewood one by one with an expressionless face, and her hands shook when she was frightened by the sound of the firecrackers, and blood immediately flowed from her fingers. She sucked her fingers, and the cold wind of the first day whipped her.

Like a slap on the face.

This good start hurt a little, and Song Wanru regretted it a little. What was she doing by herself, chopping so much firewood?

I am originally from Bianjing, but now I am a guest from Bianjing. I live in Bianjing and I don’t know anyone I know.

There are officials in the city of Bianjing again. It is said that the officials wrote good poems as soon as they entered the city, but this poem was precisely addressed to the left-behind husband who left as soon as he entered the city.

Song Wanru heard about this poem from a god-sister she recognized. When the official family came to Tokyo, it was obvious that the city was becoming more prosperous day by day. But this prosperity had little to do with Song Wanru. She wanted to dress and eat.

, she must live first.

What can a helpless young woman want to do with her life? Bai Letian's two poems sum it up beautifully. One is about the young people in Wuling quarreling over their heads, and the other is about countless red silk threads; the other is about being left out in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman.

woman.

What's so bad about it? Can it be worse than the bones that died from starvation in the Bianjing Road in the past? Can it be worse than the women in the city who were sacrificed by the Jin man's grandfather? Rather than being deceived and sold by someone someday, it's better.

She sells herself and gets a good price.

The god-sister is also from Kaifeng, and her father and father were old acquaintances in the Yamen. The whole family lived through Jingkang with great care, but after she ascended the throne in the first year of Jianyan, she was forcibly "searched" and became "

"Huanyi Niang". I wonder if the official family was intimidated by the Jin people and had no interest. When they arrived at Mingdao Palace, they were given an imperial guard. On the fifteenth day of the first month, the official family returned to Beijing, and the next day Song Wanru met her in person.

She bought it on the street.

According to the law, women should register as officials. Song Wanru went to register.

The sister gave the lyrics to Song Wanru and asked her with a complicated expression: "Can you sing?"

Of course I will. There are no longer as many beautiful women in Tokyo who can sing, dance, and look good as in the past, and those who can appreciate words and poems are even rarer. Song Wanru’s hands were full of scars and calluses, and the weather-stained color had not yet healed, so she picked it up again

The bamboo flute lent to her by her sister.

"I know music and music well, and I am good at making music. The mournful strings are subtle, and the air is fresh and fragrant. The flowing Zheng stimulates the Chu, and the merchants in the palace. It touches the heart and ears, and the beauty is unforgettable."

Several scribes who were originally casually looking over at the newly opened Zhengdian restaurant in the east of the city looked over absently, and the leader among them asked her name.

Name. The father and son Liu who did not see the body only knew her surname was Song Jia Xingyi, and her sister who recognized her had long forgotten her name and only remembered her surname. Song Wanru did not expect that she would be politely asked "your name" again.

She was actually in such a situation. Her lips moved, but she couldn't say the word "Song".

"He Yixi." she said.

The dew on the leaves is why it is so beautiful. The dew will fall again in the Ming Dynasty. When will people return after death?

But she did not become famous because of this. She was unwilling and couldn't let go. She was afraid of seeing her old friends who returned to Beijing, so she shouted "Ms. Song" loudly and loudly in shock. The main store she relied on simply didn't force her -

Why force? Even the store doesn’t know how many days it can be open. It has been three years since Jianyan, how long has it been since the Jingkang Rebellion? When did the Jin people go south? Will Tokyo be besieged again? Will the previous tragic situation happen again?

Appeared? No one knew. Everyone Song Wanru saw seemed to be fearful and subconsciously avoiding the matter.
To be continued...