The enemy has a crush on me

【My name is Anping】

(Anping No.1 is called the angle of view, it is acceptable to read again~)

My name is Anping.

Ankang's An, Taiping's peace.

Ankang and happiness, a lifetime of peace.

This is the day I turn 23 and the day my life ends.

I was born in a small fishing village in the east, with loving parents and a little sister.

I have a happy, small, not-so-rich home.

There is no private school in the fishing village. I have never been to a school, and I don’t know a few words. I learned how to make crafts early on. It's also flat and happy.

My parents say that I am the child that makes them most proud.

But I am not as talented as my brother next door, and I am not as lively as my brother opposite.

I'm not that smart, but I'm not too stupid either.

There is a hawker in the fishing village who sells candied haws. Whenever I have spare money for pocket money, I always go to him to buy a candied haws.Because I bought it for many years, and over time, he recognized me.

"Little brother, do you want the most sour one?"

I nodded.

The peddler laughed: "Old rules, I'll give you half the price."

He must think that I have no money, but I really like to eat sour candied haws.

There was nothing in the fishing village that I was looking for, and as I grew older, I decided to leave.

When we parted, my parents held me in tears and told me to remember to go home if I was tired.

I nodded.

My sister slipped a small silver bracelet into my hand secretly, saying it was a gift from her beau. If I go out and run out of money, I can temporarily pawn it, and remember to redeem it.

I pushed back her silver bracelet and wished her and my lover a happy marriage.

Carrying a small burden, he entered the city.

In the city, there are flowers blooming like brocades, cars and horses running side by side, everywhere is full of fireworks, and everywhere is noisy and lively, and the southern accent and northern tune rush towards the face, making people dazzled.I looked around greedily, from one end of the town to the other, trying to remember everything I saw.

All I could hear was laughter and cursing.As far as the eye can see, it is a prosperous world.

I got some errands and saved some money, which I used to buy books.

I have a pair of very good eyes, I want to read and write, I want to go farther, I want to see more things.

My time is limited and I can't waste any day.

Year after year, I have traveled to many places, seen many people, and read many books.

I can read and write, tasted all the abjection, and enjoyed the glory.

It was a memorable, not so long half of my life.

Until one day, I saw a book with a portrait of a man drawn on it.

He was born with a pair of dark eyes, wearing a dragon crown on his head, and a black robe, sitting on the high throne alone, with a gloomy expression.

I was just a boy who came out of the fishing village, but I suddenly felt that I had seen him.

When I opened this book, I realized that the painting on the cover was an emperor more than a thousand years ago.

His surname is Yin, his name is Luo, and his posthumous title is Renlie.

He is clearly out of reach, yet seems close at hand.

I turned my ears, as if I heard a voice I had never heard before.

He asked me softly, "I have no children, if you...would you like to take my surname?"

I was born in a small fishing village, with loving parents and a little sister.

I'm not that smart, but I'm not too stupid either.

My name is Anping.

Yin Anping.

"Brother Yin Luo, when I grow up, can I go to you?"

When I grow up, I'm going to find him.

He is, he is—

He is my father.

He is in a book, his name is recorded in cold characters, coming and going alone.

In charge of life and death, riding on iron horses.

Famous and alone.

But I remember his black hair and eyes, his tenderness and loneliness, and the long road he walked with me in his arms.

I remember the wind and sand in the desert, the bloody flowers, and the lingering sick beds.

Remember the cyan figure standing beside him.

Hugging him very intimately, but never looking at him.

I even remember what he looked like when he died.

I remember the dead white dragon tail in the pool that was only exposed for hundreds of years.

That book has been carried by me until I lit a strong fire and burned to ashes with me.

This is the day I turn 23 and the day my life ends.

I am going to find my father.

It's New Year's Eve again.

Year after year New Year's Eve.

My name is Anping.

Ankang and happiness, a lifetime of peace.

The author has something to say: Friends, there are actually quite a few things I want to write, but I have to revise this article to a completed state before 9.5, so this is the last episode.

This time, I really want to say goodbye to Qingze, Longlong and all the little angels.

There is a blank new article in advance, except for the tentative emperor, nothing else has been decided, probably hundreds of thousands of words.I don't know when it will open, but everyone is destined to see you again~

ps: I can't bear Qingze and Longlong soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo