塞外,秋野萧瑟。陆文呈的手指在秋风里瑟瑟发抖。路还远着呢,侯三说。他的眉眼低垂,但耳朵竖立着,在秋风里一切细微都听得真切。还远着呢?陆文呈的声音微弱却有股执拗,像夹着根极细的钢针。是,陆爷,过了前面的饮马河还要二十里的脚力。侯三微微抬眼,目光扫过陆文呈沟壑纵横的老脸。陆文呈咳了两下。陆爷,您的身体……?还禁得住折腾,散不了。陆文呈深吸了一口气,催着脚夫上路了。 Outside the plug, Akino bleak. Lu Wen Cheng fingers shivering in the autumn wind. The road is still far, Hou San said. His facial features were drooping, but his ears stood erect, and everything subtle in the autumn wind heard. Still far? Lu Wen was the voice of weak but stubborn, like the pinch pin. Yes, land, over the front of Yinmahe twenty miles of leg power. Hou three slightly looked up, looking swept Lu Wen was gully vertical and horizontal face. Lu Wen was cough twice. Lu Ye, your body ...? Still ban toss, can not be dispersed. Lu Wen took a deep breath, urging the husband on the road.