Skimming the fire

At that time, I was still young, and I hadn't struggled out of the word "young".

The world is difficult, lonely and desolate, I have experienced it, and I have never had a real feeling.

I only know that man is a kind of creature with strong nerves, as long as he is not dead, he can bear any suffering.

Even in the face of death, you can survive in danger.

Xianying has been away for a month, and I checked the military newspaper every day, thinking hard about several different maps, and the time passed like this.

At first Ah Quan wanted to send someone out to look for him, but I withdrew him later.

It is difficult to deliver a letter in times of war, not to mention looking for people, and Cang Yun is in danger, how can I waste materials and troops to deal with my own private affairs.

On the day of withdrawal, they had already left Yanmen Pass, not far from where Brother Lin and General Xuanyuan were ambush, at most a day's walk.

The materials used in the camp this time were all old and worn-out items. The brothers were waiting outside. The three lieutenants in the camp took the last map in my camp.

Whose name will eventually be erased from this vast world, and it will take only three days at the most to find out.

I walked out of the big camp and looked to the south. In the camp on the other side of the stream, there was also a man in black armor standing. He had been "my father" for decades.

After all, I can't understand what kind of mood I should be feeling at this time.

I knew years ago that I wasn't his, but he's always been nice to me.

He stood alone in a distant place, looking at me.

I don't know how long I stood there that day, but I suddenly felt tired.

I just suddenly feel tired.

I completely changed my life because of the phrase "eliminate the rebels". When I was young, my "father" read the classics of filial piety with me. I was bored, and he never complained about me when I fell asleep.

At that time, I was lying on his lap, like all the children in the world.

But now we are separated by a river, looking at each other, but we will never be able to take a step towards each other.

I always remember that there was a mid-autumn festival, when the pass was filled with lights and festoons, and it was a lively scene. He was sitting in the courtyard, pouring wine to the moon, and he suddenly told me that he wanted to be buried outside Dongxing Pass after a hundred years.

I ask him why.

He said that the snow outside the pass is beautiful, and he sat alone and looked at it for thousands of years.

I didn't understand him then, and I still can't understand him now, I'm tired, and I don't have time to understand his inner thoughts.

I just felt a sense of loneliness, as if I was the only one left in the world.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the snow a layer of light gold. I looked at his figure across the long river. He hadn't died under my sword yet, but I found that I had lost everything that really belonged to me.

The so-called affection, love.

The so-called, myself.

What a tragedy, the real man failed to die on the battlefield, but he has already become an empty shell.

Three lieutenants walked out from the big camp behind them, and took the three middle battalion forces to disperse and leave in three directions.

I was still standing on the frozen river bank, and not long after, his spies informed him of the situation on my side.

He also stood on the other side for a long time.

Until Ah Quan led my horse over, I pulled the reins, and finally looked back at him. The setting sun had completely set in the western mountains, and the snow was covered with an indifferent blue, like a boundless sea.

Like a drowning man, he stood for a long time in that thin camp.

We have finally become a lonely person, and another lonely person, with no blood relationship but a family relationship that is stronger than water, and we can foresee the near future, fighting each other with this family relationship that has been brewing for decades .

We finally get the loneliest loneliness in our lives.

At that moment, I really wanted to die like this.

But I don't.

I have trapped myself in an invisible cage, and no one can understand my cry for help.

Until that day, the Mo knife in his hand pierced my heart.

It was a sunny day.

The heavy snow stopped, and I saw the bright sun, and the smell of frozen snow on the ground was a little fragrant, spotless.

The sky is very blue.

In the ancient battlefield, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the ground was covered with blood.

A large flag with the word "Xue" written on it rolled like a dragon in the fierce wind.

The moment he stabbed Modao into my heart, I saw several swords piercing him from behind.This is the ending I never expected.

I knelt down with him, I couldn't hear anything, I could only see the blood-stained ground, I saw him, and he looked at me.

I see blood on him.

Gushing out, all the things in life that can be called "life" are scrambling to leave from me and him at this moment.

I suddenly felt relieved.

I also suddenly understood what true family affection is. I knew that what he did would die at my hands sooner or later. I knew that I was not his own flesh and blood. I pretended to be stupid for more than ten years. No difference.

I know I'm going to kill him.

I've known this for decades.

I thought I had no feelings for him, and I didn't feel any pain at the moment, but I just burst into tears for some reason.

He is going to die.

I saw the white hair on his sideburns.

He is very old.

But he was about to die, he didn't die on the couch in Cangyun Castle, I knew they would hang his head on the city wall, and throw the remains out of the pass to feed the wolves.

I remember that year he told me that he wanted to be buried outside the Dongxing Pass, where there was heavy snowfall outside the pass, and when he sat and watched the clouds rise, he could look at him for thousands of years.

I haven't called him daddy for many years.

My dad is so old.