In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Snapped!

Zhang Ruoyu said.

Tear off a page from the notebook and slap it on Ye Jinxing's handsome, but pale as paper face.

On the paper, write two lines of words.

The writing was so erratic that it was difficult to see what was written.

"Now, you're fired."

Zhang Ruoyu's tone was flat, as if he had sold a green onion.

There was dead silence in the hall.

Many people poked their heads in to see what Zhang Ruoyu wrote on this piece of paper.

But the handwriting was so sloppy that even master calligraphers found it difficult to copy and distinguish it.

Ye Jinxing couldn't understand the first line about firing him.

But in the second line, Ye Jinxing recognized the three characters that clearly looked like a signature.

Every stroke has been imprinted in my mind.

His body trembled suddenly, and his dark eyes were filled with despair, shock, madness, and even collapse.

He had read these three words for five years.

No one has ever told him what these three words are or how to pronounce them.

Only now, when Zhang Ruoyu wrote it again in front of him, did he know the meaning of these three words.

Only then did I realize that he had been completely wrong for the past five years.

There is a framed calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall of Ye Jinxing's office.

The same two lines of text.

The first line: It is impossible to travel to the north.

The second line was written by Zhang Ruoyu. He had read it for five years but could not understand the three words.

All the marching concepts of the Black Cavalry Army are derived from these six words in the first line.

What Beimang can do, the Black Cavalry Army can do.

What Beimang cannot do, the Black Cavalry Army can do.

The Black Cavalry is like a mirror in Beimang, except that one is in the light and the other is hidden in the darkness.

In the past five years, every time Ye Jinxing stood in front of this framed painting and looked at the powerful six characters, his heart would always be filled with endless fighting spirit.

The founder who left these six words for the Black Cavalry Army was so talented and heroic.

Only then could you write six words like this?

He seemed to be standing on the top of Beimang. While talking and laughing, he wrote these six characters: It is impossible to travel to Beimang!

Beimang won the honor, fame and fortune!

Forbearance and loneliness, the Black Cavalry endures!

More than once, Ye Jinxing saw the distinguished veterans of the Black Cavalry looking towards the north with restless eyes.

More than once, I saw the Beimang Army being awarded medals in the news and on TV. They were silent and excited.

Ye Jinxing always thought that these veterans of the Black Cavalry Army were all envious, unwilling, and even... angry!

They must miss their former leader very much, right?

What would it be like if the leader who was so heroic that he established the Black Cavalry Army with a stroke of his pen and wrote the heroic adverbials that made it impossible for him to travel north were still alive?

He climbed up and shouted, [-] black cavalry troops walked out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. How spectacular would it be?

Ye Jinxing has always regarded the founder, who has never been seen before, as his spiritual leader.

In my heart, I also looked down upon Beimang and the legend of Beimang.

In his heart, the founder of the Black Cavalry Army and the unparalleled hero who dared to write about the incompetence of traveling to the north was his husband!

But at the moment...

When the three words Zhang Ruoyu wrote overlapped perfectly with the three words he had been observing day and night for five years.

His body was trembling.

The throat is rolling.

Even the stern face gradually became distorted.

His eyes were red and his breathing was rapid and erratic.

Wrong, all wrong.

They looked to the north. All the restlessness and agitation of the Beimang Army they saw on TV was not what Ye Jinxing thought.

They have no anger, no unwillingness, and no pain.

They just missed and looked up to the God who stepped onto the mountain top.

This god was right in front of Ye Jinxing.

Ye Jinxing knelt down and picked up the piece of paper he didn't bother to pick up.

Arms, trembling.

The inner order was completely thrown into chaos.

After five years of reading these three words, I still didn’t recognize the words.

Tonight, he recognized it too.

It was as if he suddenly had an enlightenment and opened up the two channels of Ren and Du. He not only recognized these three words.

He even recognized the first line.

"Ye Jinxing, the following offender, will be relieved of all positions in the Black Cavalry Army pending disposition."

"Zhang Xiangbei."

Yes.

The three words he had read for five years were the three words he had never dreamed of: Zhang Xiangbei.

He clutched the piece of paper tightly, trembling all over.

The pride and confidence he had in him were gone.

His proud identity as the leader of the Black Cavalry Army and the extremely powerful belief in his inner world were gone.

Even the founder of the Black Cavalry, whom he regarded as his spiritual belief and who had always wanted to inherit his inability to travel north, also disappeared.

became another person.

It seemed like he had spent five years dreaming.

A ridiculous, funny, ridiculous dream.

Ye Jinxing suddenly laughed.

Laughing till you are hoarse, laughing so hard that you burst into tears, laughing so hard that you can’t stand upright.

The four unparalleled men saw this upstart in the military, the son for whom Ye Zhengting had high hopes, reduced to this.

Everyone sighed and shook their heads, muttering to themselves: "I'm afraid this kid is crazy..."