Only God is left

So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, one by one, his former playmates entered the military camp and married wives. When they get together again in the daytime, they just gamble, eat, drink, spend money and find women. Fighting with red faces and red fists, there are always some scheming people who are calculating everywhere for the petty profits in the camp. This city of few dynasties, which is rarely prosperous in the north, is getting smaller and smaller strangely. People are like hungry rats, frantically vying for limited benefits.

For the first time he started thinking about what he wanted to do.Commander of the Forbidden Army?Maybe that's the best he can get here, and that's clearly not his goal.

Life always knocked on his door earlier than he expected. When he was 19 years old, his family couldn't wait to marry him. The family who depended on military rations was always in a hurry. No one could tell when the man in the family would suddenly disappear. Of course, when people are in front of us, we must do everything as quickly as possible, so that we can finally leave an incense in case.

The woman is the girl of his father's colleague, and the colleagues in the camp will not be too harsh on the dowry, but they must not be sloppy.The Zhao family's situation was not urgent, but it was just not urgent. His father's salary as a mid-level and junior officer supported a woman and three children. Although food and clothing were not in short supply, they were not very rich.At this time, he had to use the emergency savings at home to hold the ceremony. He originally wanted to find an excuse to postpone this matter, but his sister didn't take it seriously when she heard about it.

"Second brother, if you want to commit a foolish job, the male college should be married and the female college should be married, whether it's this year or next year, isn't it the same thing?"

Soon he once again experienced the power of his sister: before he saw the birthday post sent by the other party's parents, her sister recruited the matchmaker first, and the matchmaker was settled in less than an afternoon.

Seeing the woman happily leaving the house with the reward, he was a little dazed: "Why are you in such a hurry, wait a minute."

Zhao Meirong rolled her eyes at him and said in a particularly blunt tone: "What are you waiting for? I'm in love with spring, right?"

Looking at his sister Zhao Kuangyin, he couldn't say a word: In order to hire him, his sister married herself out.

The news that the eldest daughter of the Zhao family had found her spread quickly. Han Lingkun who heard the news was no less dazed than he was. The two of them stared at each other for a long time. After a while, Han Lingkun stammered and said: " Nian, is Miss Nian married?"

He hummed sullenly, and Han Lingkun didn't ask any more questions.

It was already evening, and the sky was getting dark. The two walked aimlessly along the Bian River embankment without saying a word. Han Lingkun bent down and picked up a stone and threw it into the river. The stone fell straight into the pitch-black water, with a plop that didn't stir up any waves.

He suddenly remembered all the time he spent on the Luo River beach when he was a child. At that time, no one had ever worn shoes in summer, and those children were chasing the waves with muddy feet.Lying on the beach to catch fish, dig crabs and touch snails, they are all at the age of six or seven, and his sister never dared to chase and fight those boys without avoiding suspicion.At the beginning, some naughty boys teased her, stuffed toads and earthworms into her collar, and his sister rolled up her sleeves to stop the victim from taking out things from his clothes and throwing them into her mouth. In the end, he had to confess to his sister "Stop bullying people".Soon no one would offend this well-known eldest girl of the Zhao family, only once a few brave ones sang a sour tune to her across the river, imitating the tune of adults:

"—You beat you so badly, why did you wear a red cloth shirt? The red cloth shirt is wrapped around, and the brother who read it is dazzled—"

His sister jumped up and answered with a loud voice: "—toad bumps crawling all over the beach, making your sister feel annoyed: your front legs are not as long as your back legs, and the pockmarked bastard wants to whore a woman—"

He immediately burst out laughing on the beach, Han Lingkun opened his mouth wide and looked like he saw a ghost, and finally turned his head and pointed at Zhao Meirong with wide eyes: "—Who dares to marry this girl?"

It seems that from then on, every time he mentioned his sister Han Lingkun, she would shake her head like a rattle and say, "Girls, you can't get married." Zhao Meirong also ignored him every time she saw him.

Memories are like flowing water, but now they are all meaningless things.It was not yet dark, Zhao Kuangyin stretched out his hands and spread them out in front of his eyes. He silently stared at his palms for a while and then turned them over: they were a pair of hands with distinct five-fingered joints. There were ups and downs; he slowly clenched his fists, powerful but powerless.

It's time for you guys to come in handy, he thought.

After another moment of silence, he slowly said to Han Lingkun: "I was thinking about it, I might as well try my luck on the outside line, it's better than Wo and the gang."

There was nothing more to do here, he had to go.

That being said, he couldn't immediately shake his head and leave the new wife at home. After the newcomer came in, he patiently stayed at home for more than a year. When the new dynasty was stable, he felt that it was almost time, so he went to his father and explained that he wanted to go out and work hard.

From dusk to midnight, he said almost more words than he had said in the previous half of his life. Finally, his father finally spoke: "If you die outside, I will ask your wife to find another home, but your mother has to wipe the tears."

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief: "No, why should I come back to carry the coffin for you?"

"Hey, look at your long face - I still have my son, there is no shortage of people to carry the coffin, but if you want my woman to wipe the tears, I will not forgive you!"

Then he went to the back hall to appease the woman whose mother bid farewell to him, packed up his little luggage overnight, and left the house before sunrise the next day. Whether he can get off today is a big question - the day of his departure may always be "tomorrow" after a moment of hesitation.

That day his father was still going to report to the army and got up early as usual, and sent him to the city gate as if he happened to be able to go out together. Before leaving, he patted him and said casually: "I said you are in! You It’s my boy, I know you, you don’t believe in football.”

He also put a light tone on his answer: "I also know that I am more spiritual than you."

His father raised his eyebrows and raised his foot to kick his ass: "——You bastard! Get lost!"

The direction of the city gate is to the west, the gradually rising sun shines on the increasingly desolate road, the pedestrians on the road gradually decrease, the dense mist moistens the corners of his eyes, he wiped his face with the back of his hand, he His mind began to spin rapidly, and he knew that he would need to face the road ahead alone.

But at the time he didn't know exactly where this road would take him, and all the good and bad that he would encounter along the way.

Life hit him, and he had to respond immediately.

Here's a fun fact: When you're unlucky, don't take it too seriously, because there's more to come.

What you can do at this time is to get up, dust off the dust, move your muscles and bones, and prepare for greater misfortune.You should be happy, because when you are about to reach the apex of bad luck, if you cross this hurdle, everything will disappear.

At this time, Zhao Kuangyin was at the most unlucky stage.

Compared with the restless north, the south seems like a sensible place to go.After Zhao Kuangyin left Luoyang, he kept going south, and first went to Fuzhou to find his father's old colleague, Wang Yanchao, the history of defense of Fuzhou.Wang Yanchao looked him up and down, greeted him with a table of wine and food politely, and after the banquet was over, asked someone to bring out a plate of copper coins and still politely asked him to go elsewhere: Fuzhou is located on the north-south border. Whoever wants to accept a young master who is fledgling in Bianjing and doesn't know why is in front of him--he just needs to die wherever he wants, anyway, don't die on his own territory.

Then he went to Suizhou, and Governor Dong Zongben politely gave him an errand.But soon he found that someone was stumbling him everywhere - it was Mr. Dong - he was very familiar with this kind of plot, and he often did the same thing back then - when he was ten years old.

There was nothing more to say, and he was on his way again.

There will be times when you are depressed, and in the morning you squat under the eaves and watch the sun rise slowly.You watched the faint light gradually dispel the haze, but your heart was still at a loss, you didn't know what was waiting for you in front of you, and you didn't even have the strength to complain: the sun came out, but the sky you saw Still groggy.

But at this time, if you pay enough attention, you will find some signs and signs, and these details will tell you that your bad luck has come to an end.

It could be an object, or it could be a person.

If it were a person, it would be this kind of person: the kind of lightning that cuts through the sky full of dark clouds and haze, will firmly attract your attention, "that kind of" beautiful person.

"That" beautiful, that you can't describe in words, simple just can't take your eyes off, makes you unable to explain the unbelievable "that" beautiful - "that" can light you up instantly , "That kind of" makes you see nothing but perfection, "That kind of" makes you smile involuntarily when you think of it, and the shiny beauty immediately appears in the eyes.

That's when you'll know that you have to go and talk to Pretty, because that's destiny.

When crossing the Huaihe River, Zhao Kuangyin was covered in dust and dust. He was so tired and anxious that he didn't even have the energy to squeeze out a friendly smile.Along the way, his complexion was always extremely ugly, and everyone who saw him avoided him far away, for fear that the black-faced man would slash at him if he disagreed with him.When he passed a stone bridge outside Qingzhou city, he saw a young man in plain clothes leading a horse standing by the bridge fence among the passers-by. The young man who stood still and looked at the river was a bit conspicuous in the rushing crowd. .

There are still such leisurely people these days, Zhao Kuangyin thought to himself, and subconsciously looked at the young man more.The young man was dressed in simple attire, and he was holding an unobtrusive yellow puma, but he was attracted by the horse at a glance: he grew up in the military camp, and he immediately recognized that it was a war horse. The saddle on the horse The bridle is not eye-catching, but it is a material style commonly used by cavalry officers with ranks.Are you in the military?When he passed by the young man, he subconsciously glanced at the young man's face, but his gaze was fixed immediately after just a glance.

He remembered those eyes very much, the cold and charming Jin.

He immediately turned his feet and walked over. At this time, the young man noticed someone approaching, and immediately turned his attention away and looked back. When he saw the young man's face clearly, he was more sure: they had changed a lot after not seeing each other for many years, but he could still Recognizing the face of youth, those eyes have never changed.

Those eyes immediately stretched his expression, and even unconsciously showed his first smile in a few days. When he greeted with a smile, the young man seemed a little confused, so: "The next step is..."

"Do you still remember me? You punched me in the face in Luoyang City—" He smiled and said, "I guess you forgot, it seems that the account has been settled."

The young man was startled, but immediately looked at him and smiled: "Oh, it's you."

Still smiling, he cupped his hands and said, "Then this time it's a formal meeting: I'm Zhao Kuangyin, the second in my family, what's your name?"

The young man replied politely with a faint smile: "...my surname is Gao, and my single name has the word De, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He heard the hesitation in the young man's speech, and guessed that it might not be his real name, but he didn't investigate further, he just asked, "I don't know where Brother Gao is going?"

The young man didn't answer the conversation immediately, but just closed his smile and turned his head to look out at the river. He observed the young man's expression and said, "I'm about to go to Xuzhou, if Brother Gao drops by, how about we get along with you?"

The young man turned his head and lowered his eyes to think for a moment before responding, "Okay, I just happen to be going east too."

After a few days, Zhao Kuangyin found that the young man was a man of few words, or he was surprisingly quiet.Young people always seem to be deliberately keeping a certain distance from the people around them in all aspects, a distance that is just right and imperceptible.And it might be because he was careless, he found that every time he got too close, the young man would quietly avoid him.

My old lady, is this the eldest daughter who has never left the court?If he hadn't seen the young man changing clothes, he would have thought that he had run into a lady who came out in disguise.

The young man still kept silent about his origin, and Zhao Kuangyin couldn't press too hard.Up to now, all he can clearly know is that this person is a man, and he speculates that his family is from the military background of the state government, and the rest is not clear.Dare to go with such a person of unknown origin is not because he is bold, he just has a vague "intuition" - he is not the kind of person with "intuition" at all, this may be the only time in his life that he relies on "intuition" What he did, he chose to believe in this "intuition", no matter what the final result was, he would accept it frankly.

Probably because of the young man's cold golden eyes.

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