rise up and play

I yawned and asked Lin Wenyang with a smile:

"What's the matter?"

"Yan Zhi, come and judge, I am a handsome seven-foot man, do I look so useless?"

"That depends on who you compare with."

Lin Wenyang curled his lips and muttered:

"I'm definitely not as good as General Meng and Parachutist, but I'm definitely better than Xiaohao."

"Hmph, this is promising."

"Hey, Qi Yongxuan is really not a thing! It was the first time he was on the battlefield like me, but he proposed to General Meng to let me go to see the food! And General Meng agreed! And let that Ma Ming lead the army for me , do you think I can't be angry?!"

"Isn't that good?"

"Rouge, why do you even say that?"

I sat up straight and faced him.

"Your original intention from the beginning was just to be alive. Sending you to see food and grass basically has nothing to do with the battlefield. Why not?"

"But...but..."

Seeing his tangled look, I returned to the position of a theater spectator, laughing at the ugly gesture that even a fool as stupid as he could not avoid.

Greed is the most deceptive ghost.But what is gained is what is lost, and the struggle of a person's life is to seize what has been lost on top of what he has gained.

I stopped talking and just looked at him with a sneer.

Lin Wenyang was indeed not stupid, and he stopped talking when he noticed my indifference.

The two were relatively silent for a long time, and he picked up his saber again and walked out of the military tent.

After that day, Lin Wenyang never looked for me again, and I could see him wandering around the granary, as if he had given up fighting for success and profit, and was honest with himself.

In this way, the play ended without surprise or failure, and I was rather unwilling.

There is a small sparse forest a little far away from the station. I haven't eaten meat for a long time. I want to try my luck.

When he got close to that place, he saw someone practicing sword.

Very jerky sword style, clumsy and chaotic footwork, mixed with heavy panting.

When I recognized Lin Wenyang's figure, I couldn't laugh.

In my eyes, he is a good-for-nothing dandy who idles around every day. He is not yet clear about human affairs, does not know how to restrain himself, is impatient, and is a person who is afraid of death.

The expression on his face that aroused my interest was the steadfastness of not wanting to die that day.

I know that he has utilitarian vanity, and his background may be more than ordinary people, but I just didn't expect him to be so serious and persistent.

The moonlight in the station was as bright and moist as a night pearl, Lin Wenyang's face was resolute and his eyes were stubborn.

"Who taught you the sword?"

"Ah? Ah..." With a scream, Lin Wenyan fell unsteadily while holding the sword.

Seeing clearly that it was me, he didn't complain abnormally, and sat on the ground with a bit of self-abandonment.

After a while, he said:

"Yan Zhi, I have made arrangements. You will return to the capital tomorrow. As for me, I am not willing to live like this. The result is life or death, it depends on the fate." He raised his head to meet my gaze, and there was a trace of deepness in his eyes, It won't bother you anymore."

I leaned over and sneered at him:

"Only you? What can you do?"

"I..."

"You haven't killed anyone yet, have you ever tried the feeling of warm blood splashing on your body?"

Lin Wenyang immediately turned pale.

"Ridiculous!"

"you!!!!"

He struggled to his feet, trying to confront me.I raised my hand and pressed on his right shoulder, and he couldn't move.

The son of a rich family practices martial arts, mostly in tricks, which is vulnerable to a single blow.

I picked up his sword and weighed it a little. It was ordinary, even inferior, sharp enough but not hard enough to damage armor.

The swordsmanship he just used was so poor that I couldn't tell which school or school it came from.So he casually danced a set that he was not good at, but it also made him dumbfounded.

It could have ended perfectly, but was distracted by a hare, and the sword turned and chased it away.

. . .

Late at night, I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes to calm my nerves. The smell of game meat came from next to me. I was in a good mood and said leisurely:

"If you insist on moving forward, it is not very difficult to be an excellent soldier, but it is definitely far away to be a brave general."

"I know...but if I don't do this, how can I gain a foothold in the world."

He turned the rabbit over and sprinkled some salt on it. After several days in the army, he learned a lot.

"Yesterday, the post officer came to distribute the letters from my relatives, and there were some objects... Heh, I was the only one who didn't have it. It was suspected that I missed it. After several confirmations, it turned out to be the truth. Laughing inwardly, powerless."

The rabbit became golden and fragrant. Lin Wenyang poked it with a thin stick, took it to the side and fanned it with his hand before handing it to me.

"Eat quickly, just right."

I took a bite and it was more flavorful than the unsalted one.

"Do you hate it?"

"Hate? Who should I hate, my mother? Or my father?"

Pulling a leg to him, he waved his hand, lay down beside me, pillowed his hand, and sighed.

"I only hate myself."

for a long time.He and I stared blankly at the night sky until the rabbit finished eating.

Regarding hate, I began to ask myself, do I hate so many things that happened?Who do you hate?

Maybe I'm used to it, forget how to hate, and just live blindly.

To be happy in life is to be full of joy. I play others in a play, laugh at it, mock it coldly, and pretend that my heart is clear. Is it true that I don’t know where to go?

I don't know what I want, but Lin Wenyang knows what I want but has no direction.

The weather is getting colder. I didn't have to come to this remote place. I gambled on a good show for a while, but it cooled down in vain before it got too hot. Should I continue?

The cold wind blows, and I rub my arms.My body sank, and in a blink of an eye I saw Lin Wenyang take off his fur cloak and put it on me, he smirked:

"Don't catch a cold, the road back to Beijing is not short."

I smiled lightly and threw the cloak to him.

"On the battlefield, whether it is an enemy or a friend, sympathy is the number one taboo."

"it is good!"

"If you entrust your life and death to the heavens, it is better to entrust them to me. Although I cannot entrust you with a title, at least it is more than enough to stand in the heavens and the earth."

He put the cloak on me again.

"it is good!"

I raised the stick with the rabbit on it and slapped him, laughing and scolding:

"Then get up and practice for me!"

Lin Wenyang jumped in pain and shouted loudly:

"Rouge...you can't be so realistic, can you do it tomorrow?"

"say it one more time?"

"Okay, I'll practice and I will practice."

"First take a half-hour horse stance."

"Ah?... Ouch, I stabbed, stop smoking, it hurts!"

. . .

I pulled my hair behind my ears and accidentally touched the deep long scar. It was ten years old and was pulled out by the master with a thorny cane whip. At that time, the blood flowed profusely. My own, for a whole year, I couldn't clean it.