Only God is left

"Xuan Lang, look, you are not particularly spiritual, nor have any special skills. You can only rely on love in this world! Love! Only love is what you can rely on for the rest of your life!"

Zhao Kuangyin's father had been working in the army, but he rarely came home drunk.But there are always exceptions two or three times. His father was very talkative when he drank too much. He remembered that it was one day after Shi Lang entered Luoyang. When he entered the door, he clicked his dick with a loud voice.When he came out of nowhere for no reason, his father wrapped his arms around his neck like a sheep, talking earnestly and gesticulating with his tongue, trying to teach him some "principles of life".

At that time, he kept nodding vaguely and said that he just wanted to be freed as soon as possible, listening to his father dancing and talking drunkenly under his father's arms, and squinting at his mother's pig liver-like face next to him, he could only hold back deep sympathy Smiling: Yes, there will be a good show tomorrow.

For a long time, he always felt that his father's words were purely drunken words: In this kind of world, relying on affection, it is better to invite a Buddha statue to offer it.

After so many years of walking alone, he finally had to admit when he looked back that his father was right.

……

There are many hateful situations in the world, the worst one is when someone knocks on the door early in the morning on a holiday (or a phone call at six o'clock on a Sunday morning, you know what I mean), and I didn't even plan to get up, but the meaning of the servant What's more, he didn't plan to leave when the visitor didn't see him, he could figure out who it was with his toes, but Gao Huaide reluctantly came out, and it really was him.

"...Aren't you on duty today?"

Zhao Kuangyin smiled: "I can still do this kind of thing."

Then I asked him: "I'm going back to Luoyang, if you're okay, can we go for a walk together?"

Gao Huaide thought for a while and said with a smile, "Let's go."

It didn't take long to ride a horse from Bianliang to Luoyang, and he would arrive in less than noon along the avenue. He started talking non-stop when he entered Luoyang City, pointing out everywhere for Gao Huaide.Gao Huaide also stayed in Luoyang, but he hardly traveled anywhere. Now when he returns to his old place, he feels like he has just arrived. Every place he tells is new.

The Zhao family moved to Bianliang for some years, and the old house in Luoyang was given over to distant relatives to take care of them. He took Gao Huaide through a narrow alley and took a shortcut.Knocking on the door, people inside saw that it was Commander Zhao's second son, and they were very enthusiastic when he came back. He introduced Gao Huaide as his friend in the army, and his relatives stopped asking.It was just in time for the meal, and the table was already set up in the yard. His relatives insisted on inviting them to the table, but he didn't show any courtesy. When the stools were added, Gao Huaide still hesitated, so he forced him to sit down in front of the table. .This restaurant also cooks the usual food of Heluo people. Go to the kitchen and take out two finger-thick soup cakes from the pot to clean the water. Spicy peppers that have been mixed with oil are hard to change for gold. This restaurant seems to have a modest family background, and there are coaxed pancakes next to it. Because there are guests, the host also specially added some seasonal side dishes. Naturally, it is not as good as the rich and wealthy. The extravagant ostentation, a table can be regarded as red, green and lively.

When Gao Huaide was called out in the morning, he didn't ask him what he was doing back in Luoyang. At this time, he proudly rolled up his sleeves and took the bowl and went to the basin in the middle of the table to scoop the soup: "I have nothing else to do when I come back this time, just eat the bowl and eat it at home." slurred soup cake."

Early in the morning, I rode all the way from Bianliang and ran back to Luoyang to eat a bowl of boiled cakes. (No, it’s water noodles~lol~)

Seeing the expression on Gao Huaide's face, he hastily added: "—there is no good pulp in Bianliang City."

In fact, the so-called syrup is to put the mixed vegetable leaves and leftover water in the urn and soak it in the shade. If it is not good, it will become bad, and the walls of Bianliang City's streets and alleys are blocked so that moldy ideas grow in the air, and no one wants to take the effort.

"When I was a child, my family stirred rice every day. My mother stood behind me with a spoon all day long. When she saw that there was a little soup left in the bowl, she took a spoonful. When I drank it, I felt like throwing up when I smelled the sour soup. I haven’t touched it for a few years, and I still talk about it all day.” He said, shaking his head and laughing: “There are rice and noodles are good, you heard from outside Heluo that people in Heluo have soup early and late, it seems that people here love to drink soup. It seems that they are actually poor."

He couldn't wait to take a bite and stuffed it into his mouth before he remembered it. He swallowed the thing in his mouth and turned to Gao Huaide: "If you are not used to it, just tell me, I will ask them to make you something else. polite."

Looking at him all the time, I couldn't help but smile: "No, I'll try it."

.........

After eating, he went to the kitchen to beg for a bowl of syrup before leaving the house, walked through the main room into the backyard, squatted down at the foot of a big elm tree next to the stone mill, picked up the bowl and continued to drink. Gao Huaide just smiled while standing: "You Why are you so rude?"

He put down the bowl and smiled: "You can't be polite here. If you are polite, people think you look down on him, thinking that he is poor and stingy and can't afford a meal. Old Luoyang is so proud in his bones. You can't lose face if you smash anything."

It's autumn and the red sun is in the sky, but from time to time there is a cool breeze blowing slowly from the North Mountain, which makes the leaves of the tall elm tree behind them rustle. The middle is faintly filled with the residual pyrotechnic smell of burning straw and taro leaves, and a few dogs barking and ducks can be heard in the distance, and the sky is white clouds, and time flows slowly as if frozen.

"I buried a stone horse here back then—" he laughed as he spoke, and asked Gao Huaide, "Have you ever heard of Suo Wulong's book?"

Gao Huaide looked confused and obviously never heard of it. He grew up in the military mansion and rarely hang out with outside children. He thought he shouldn't have heard these wild words.

Zhao Kuangyin added: "Emperor Taizong fought in Luoyang when he was still King Qin, and it was made up according to that."

The reaction was quick this time: "Is it the Battle of Hulao Pass?"

"That's right, that's written in the book, and it's also passed down. It said that Taizong had just defeated Wang Shichong's forward and heard that Dou Jiande was leading the army to help. Seeing that the white dragon horse he was riding was exhausted, he temporarily tied it here to change horses and fight again. Afterwards, he defeated the enemy at Niukoujian and took Luoyang with all his might, but he forgot about the horse. After a long time, the horse turned into a stone and was still waiting for the old master. It can change back immediately—" Recalling those absurd stories, he couldn't help laughing: "—I really believed it at that time, and I almost died because of it."

Listening to him tell these plots is like listening to a book, Gao Huaide knelt down beside him and listened intently, and he continued to talk.

"I was born with qi deficiency. My neighbors said that I would not survive. Even if I survived, I would be a useless person. It is true. I was bullied all day long like a wilting firewood stalk until I was six years old."

Gao Huaide glanced at him in surprise, and he smiled: "What's wrong? Can't you see it?"

It is really hard to see that when Gao Huaide saw him, he was already a well-known boy Wang Saotianxing in the camp. No one was surprised to hear that he overturned Luoyang City someday. Find fault with him.

"That horse was dug out when I was digging an ant hole on the mountain when I was five or six years old. The children here have heard the story and saw the whole crowd rushing to grab it. I didn't let it go. As a result, I accidentally fell off the cliff during the dispute. I broke my leg and lay half dead at home for more than ten days. My mother was about to prepare a coffin for me. My brother insisted that I could live, and he told me—”

His brother said to him, Xuan Lang, do you know that once a bone is broken, the one that grows back will be harder and stronger, and it will never be broken again.

If you can pass this level, you will become stronger than everyone else, and you will definitely achieve great things, because you have kicked through the gate of hell and come back.

"After I was able to wake up, my brother watched me practice martial arts every day. At the beginning, I was in pain all day long. After half a year, I was fine. I haven't been sick since then."

He couldn't help laughing when he thought of these things: "Thinking about it now, my brother actually thought I was going to die at that time—"

"But aren't you dead?" Gao Huaide looked at him with his head on his knees and hugged his legs with a smile: "——you're not dead."

"Yeah." He also smiled: "Probably because I should die."

This is fate. He didn't die when he was born, and he didn't die when he broke his bone when he was six or seven years old and lay down for half a month. Even the simplest truths have to be learned through hard ways.

It's like: no one is born strong, and there is no strong person who is always invincible, only weak people who can't get up after falling.

"I didn't know you had a brother."

"... I had a big brother who passed away a long time ago," he quickly put the conversation aside, put the bowl on the milling platform, and turned to the tree behind him: "—I took that stone back then The horse is under this tree, and maybe it can be dug out now."

Those words are naturally absurd, and he certainly knows what the real plot of King Qin's siege of Luoyang is, and he doesn't think it is a complete victory, at least he thinks that Gaozu beheaded Dou Jiande after surrendering, The actions that caused Dou Jiande's old department to not stand up and oppose Liu Heitai were a bit misguided.But to this day, he still remembers what the old man who walked around the streets begging for food told Chang Ancheng, the teacher of King Qin's class after the Battle of Luoyang. He could almost see such a scene——

The drums are majestic, the ceremonial flags cover the sky, and the cheers of thousands of people along the road are thunderous. The mighty army under the open Chang'an City Gate is orderly and majestic. The dazzling trophies were piled up on the brocade and raised high, together with the former rivals in the prison cart; 25 generals followed closely, and the young prince was at the front of the team, with golden armor, white horse and silver saddle, and red wreath. He was decorated with colorful silk ribbons; he raised his head and looked far away, and the pride naturally exuded from the bones of his body was even a little provocative; but at this time he didn't care, what he wanted was to be seen by the people standing at the highest place in the Chang'an Palace, What he wants is for the whole Chang'an city and even the whole Central Plains to see him, to look at him carefully, to remember him, to engrave his name firmly in his heart, and to write it down in his bones——

Li, Shi, Min.

Excluding everything else, at that moment there was only the ultimate, the pure, the supreme——

glory.

He took a slow, deep breath, and was about to scrape away the soil under the tree: "How long has it been buried, and I don't know if it's still there—"

But there was a hand on his hand, Gao Huaide smiled at him and shook his head slightly: "The time has not yet come."

Zhao Kuangyin's heart moved, and he still asked him in a joking tone: "Then you say, when is the time?"

"You'll know then."

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