rise up and play

In fact, Lin Wenyang is very handsome, and he has a nice smile. The curved arcs on both sides of his mouth are always different in height, a little playful, a little naughty, and the corners of his eyes can be hooked.

But recently he laughed very disgustingly, like flesh and blood pulled from a dead body.

He didn't stop when he approached, he was going to catch fish in the river, I called him:

"come over."

"Well, what?"

He walked over blankly, defenseless.I pointed to the side.

"sit down."

"Tell you a story."

"Oh."

"A man went to buy salt. When he got home, there was a hole in the bag. The salt was spilled on the ground and it was dirty. The man came up with a good idea and took the salt to the river to wash it." I paused a little, He half-raised his eyes and looked at him, but he didn't dare to look at me, he stopped laughing, feeling discouraged, "Guess what happened next?"

"..."

"say."

"..."

"I don't hate stupid people, but I hate those who think they are smart!"

He raised his hand and firmly placed him on the tree beside him.

Lin Wenyang fell and struggled for a long time, but failed to support his body.

Being stupid and pretending to be smart has taught him one thing, forbearance, and he has learned it well.Even though he was in so much pain that he couldn't get up, he didn't say a word.

I walked over and looked down at him.

"Does it hurt?"

"..."

"stand up."

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his face was pale, his body trembled, and he finally stood firm by the tree trunk.

"Hand out."

I took out a small knife from the sole of my shoe and handed it to him, and kicked the assassin from behind the tree in front of him.

The assassin was frozen stiff, his face was covered with snow, and he glared at me.

"kill him."

Lin Wenyang stopped shaking when he heard the words, but was a little at a loss holding the knife.

I slashed across the assassin's face, and hot blood rushed to my fingertips, like red silk. My breath became heavier, and I suppressed my excitement and said:

"You can choose, who do you want to die in?"

The assassin looked at Lin Wenyang in panic, his eyes full of wishes for death.The latter remained motionless.

I tore off his clothes, exposing a large part of his chest, tried my best to resist the urge to take out his heart, and bit by bit I stuck my fingers into his trembling flesh, and looked at Lin Wenyang with a smile.

"Have you seen Ling Chi?"

As soon as I exerted force, a piece of flesh was peeled off by me, and the assassin passed out.

Just as he was about to continue, Lin Wenyang stabbed him in the left chest with a knife, his whole body trembling like chaff, I stood up and stepped aside, saying:

"You're two inches off. The shallowness of the knife is not fatal. If you wake up, the pain will be even worse."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Wenyang stabbed continuously with both hands raising the knife like crazy, exhausting all his strength with each stroke, and his whole body was covered in blood.

In the end, the assassin turned into a puddle of flesh.I said coldly:

"Let's go."

It took a long time before Lin Wenyang staggered to keep up.

I walked ahead on the cold snow, thinking of Master, I felt my heart softened again.

Killed too many people, but I can't remember the age of the first murder.I only remember being thrown into a dark room with a night pearl tied to my body, I couldn't see the sound of footsteps all around, and the first knife was cut in the back.

That is hell, there is no time for pain, alone, ambushed on all sides, death is death, and there is a more tragic continuation of life than this.

When the surroundings are quiet, the only thing left is my own breathing.

I watched the corpses being moved out one by one. There were assassins, old people, children, scholars, girls, and pregnant women, all of whom were silenced.

After more times, Master stopped throwing me into the dark room.Should I be thankful? The idea is ridiculous.

The people were still those people, but the room became very bright, and I could clearly see the deep fear on their faces.

I began to long for the darkness, the light is so dazzling.After half a year, I can no longer tell which is good and which is bad.

Master laughed and said that my eyes finally looked like a dead person.

The snow was still raging, and without the cover of the forest, it became even more crazy.

I don't know how my heart is different from other people's. I often hear that once the heart dies, all emotions and desires will be empty.How can I still know the cold and warm, and have distinct emotions.

The heart is not dead and clean?

I laughed, stopped, and waited for the people behind me to follow.

Lin Wenyang, I inexplicably believe that he is not so fragile, just like Master believes that if I love others, I must only love myself.

When he approached, I took off the short jacket Xiaohao made for me, put it on him, and said with a smile:

"Cold?"

He froze, looked up at me and looked down again.

"Rouge... sorry."

I thought of a saying: Confucianism can be taught.

Pat him on the shoulder to show that.The two went back one after the other.

At the end, he asked:

"Rouge, will you kill me one day?"

I squinted at him, a little puzzled.Casually said:

"Yes, so I can't let you die by someone else's hands."

It's cold and it's not advisable to stay longer, so I slipped into the account after I finished speaking.

. . .

Lin Wenyang no longer flattered those people humblely, and carefully read the book of war and the barbarian calendar I gave him.

he ask me:

"The ancients said that those who win the hearts of the people win the world. Why do I treat them so well and distribute food so well, but I still can't win people's hearts and suffer from it instead?"

I smiled and answered:

"The rich and the poor, the noble and the humble, people are divided into different levels. Treating those who are superior to themselves is kindness and virtue, and being humble to those who are weak is flattery and flattery. You are powerless and incompetent, and you are willing to belittle yourself. How can you be better than others? , Teach him to be convinced. It's the false name you carried before, which made the first-class inferiors feel proud, and the wise people even treat you like nothing, and tease you at will."

Lin Wenyang thought for a while, nodded silently, and asked again:

"Then what should I do now?"

I looked at the wind and snow that had not stopped for three days, and said in a daze:

"Wait...wait for an opportunity."

He took a sip of hot tea beside him, and let out a stream of white mist, pretending to be deep:

"As I thought."

I laughed, patted his head, and cursed:

"I didn't ask you to sit and wait, read those two books for me within three days, and read them while squatting on horseback."

. . .

The so-called opportunity is ambiguous, it can be insignificant or abrupt.The difficulty is how to grasp it.

I warned Lin Wenyang not to show happiness or anger on the body, this is a taboo.

He is not a martial arts prodigy, but his reaction is quite fast.Literary talent is average, can draw inferences about other cases from one instance.But after all, emotions cannot be retracted freely.

I came up with a very bad idea, he can't be cold, so just laugh.Forcing him to practice himself in front of the mirror until the thousand smiles are the same.It's okay to laugh to confuse others' guesses.

On that day, Lin Wenyang came at noon, with that smiling face that had been honed.

I saw that his eyes were slightly upturned, his eyes were faint and red, and he was in a state of high spirits and joy.