Rebirth from the end of the world to the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 142 Li Baihang Dispatch ([-])

"Mr. Song is serious!" Li Baihang's voice was also hoarse, regarding this land.Li Baihang also loves deeply and passionately.

In the crowd, someone could faintly hear sobs, very softly, as if they were part of the picturesque scenery, half of which had been blown away by the wind.

"Today, I, Li Baihang, will never forget the two years I have spent in An County. It is not just that An County has become what it is today. It is the joint efforts and contributions of everyone that made today possible!!" reverberate between.

At the moment of emotion, Elder Song led the people who followed behind to kneel down together.

Li Baihang turned pale with shock: "How can the younger generation afford it, please get up quickly!!"

Elder Song stopped Li Baihang's movements, and everyone kowtowed heavily.

After getting up, Song Lao said: "Master Li, I hope you will go higher and higher every step of the way!!"

On the boat, towards the smaller and smaller crowd, the shadowy mountains are like a sleepy fairy, dressed in tulle like cicada wings, with affectionate eyes and silent eyes.

The passers-by in No. [-] Middle School on the boat also reluctantly bid farewell to this place.

As the boat travels along the river, the peaks on both sides of the river change into various interesting postures: sometimes they look like floating fairies, sometimes they look like old men with sticks, sometimes they look like monkeys offering peaches, and sometimes they look like wild horses running wild.

Under the sun, the distant mountains are as if they have been washed, and they are vivid and verdant. They seem to be much closer and steeper.

It was night, Li Baihang was still very melancholy and sad, Li Baihang could indeed be called a young hero.

He is under 20 years old, this is the second time he has experienced parting, the first time he left his home in the capital, and came to this remote small place, which is also far away from his mother in the capital, his father in Hangzhou, and his second brother in the front line.

However, Li Baihang knew that his departure was only temporary, and one day he would become famous and come back with the most proud attitude, making everyone look up to him.

Li Baihang also managed to do it, but this time leaving will be a farewell, if there is no accident, he will never step into that piece of land that he once loved so deeply.

At this time, the south is still full of warmth. Although the moon is not as bright as the moon in the north, it has a faint beauty.

"My lord, do you want to drink?" Song Tianlin asked.

"Drink, of course drink, I finally got the chance to drink, I must live up to this time, I must get drunk!" Li Baihang replied.

When Song Tianlin heard the answer he wanted, he laughed loudly, showing a row of white teeth, and his brows were comfortable, as if his actions just now made him very happy.

Song Tianlin is a member of Song Lao's tribe, and this time he is going to the capital to catch up with the exam.It's just that the itinerary has been advanced now, and I will follow my brother to see the world.

Naturally, Song Tianlin was not full of melancholy like Li Baihang.He is full of curiosity about everything he sees and hears. Song Tianlin has always been like a monkey, worrying the elders in the family. Song Tianlin is trapped in a small county.

I am very yearning for outside the county seat, and even more yearning for the bustling capital described by the adults, where there is a lot of money, prosperity, feasting, and everything is so fascinating.

"My lord, do you think the girls in the capital city are more beautiful than the girls in our An County! Hahaha!!" Song Tianlin asked curiously.

"..." With the monkey around, even if Li Baihang wanted to feel sad, he didn't have that atmosphere at all.

But when this question is asked, whenever Li Baihang thinks of the topic of beauties, he will think of his own sister.

Like a plum blossom proud of snow, standing in a quiet valley, blooming quietly and gracefully, no matter how many people around her are watching her, she is as if she is alone in the empty wilderness, the corners of her eyes and brows are full of With a free and romantic atmosphere.

It also feels like the loneliness where black does not understand white, and the loneliness where white does not understand black, like a parallel line, passing in parallel, but there will never be an intersecting day, missed again and again.

(End of this chapter)