Only God is left

There are few relatives and family members, most of the houses in the back yard are unoccupied, and they are used to pile up miscellaneous things after being idle for a long time. He enthusiastically pointed out the old houses around to Gao Huaide: "I got married in this house——"

It was only when I said it that I felt that this topic was not in the right taste, so I hurriedly suppressed the conversation and peeked at Gao Huaide's reaction. Gao Huaide didn't seem to care at all, but looked very interested: "Yes, you have already married, I have never heard of you your lady."

——I can’t tell anyone, I can’t tell you, otherwise what’s going on in such a mess.

At this time, I also thought of my wife. The girl was only eighteen or nineteen when she first got married. She never showed her face and complained when the family was in trouble. Still respectful and gentle, he has been running outside for four or five years and inevitably neglected her, and every time he goes back to see him, he still has no complaints. He is grateful in his heart, but he can't say it. He has been outside all these years. He has never messed with a woman before, and he has never had the desire to take a concubine and raise a child.

(A dead straight man in a feudal society, if you mess with a man, it’s not counted—sla—cong!)

"... She is a good girl, and it's really not easy to be busy all these years..."

"Then you have to be nice to her."

Still immersed in recollection, Zhao Kuangyin replied absent-mindedly, but suddenly felt something was wrong: There is nothing wrong with these words, it just feels so awkward when they come out of his mouth.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Gao Huaide, seeing his reaction so big, Gao Huaide was a little confused, so he looked back, and just blurted out a sentence just now.

To be honest, he still can’t fully understand many of Gao Huaide’s behaviors. He has concluded a reason for this: he is different from others—he is different from others, so he is different from others as a matter of course—so everything can be ignored. explained.

Zhao Kuangyin quickly covered up his jokes and said, "That's for sure, but you should stay away from my wife, don't seduce people away from me."

"can you?"

"You really don't know? The day before yesterday, I had a brother who complained that entering the palace with a high command would kill people. A group of little girls were flying around like sparrows, and they had to jump around with either handkerchiefs or sachets along the way. But you strode forward without squinting, and you can step on the open space under your feet—”

After thinking about it, it seems to be the case: "...I thought there should be many maids in the palace? Isn't it normal for someone to drop something sometimes?"

"Ancestor, whoever picks a special time and place to drop things, think about it, nothing 'dropped' on you?"

What he said was in a playful tone, but Gao Huaide didn't smile, he thought for a while before raising his head, and asked him seriously: "——What should we do then?"

At first he was amused by Gao Huaide's seriousness, but after a second thought, he sincerely persuaded him: "I said you should marry a woman, there are many things in the military, and there must be someone close to take care of you."

"...I can take care of myself, and I've never been so close to a woman around me."

"What do you mean, can you still have no mother?"

"My mother died when I was born and I was raised by my father."

He was a little surprised: "Your father didn't continue the string?"

"No, he got married at the age of 32, married me at the age of 36, and has been single for more than 20 years. I guess many people have noticed his problem, but no one dares to say it to his face." Gao Huaide laughed, But it's not ironic at all: "—just like me, but who cares."

"I heard that King Qi is...a man with a gentle personality..."

What he heard was that Qi Wang Gao Xingzhou was a pot of warm water that could not be boiled by a big fire. He spent his whole life in the eyes of the wind, but he practiced the skill of avoiding troubles that jumped out of the three realms and was not in the five elements to perfection.

"He is like that to outsiders, but he has always been very harsh to me." At this time, Gao Huaide's tone was a little bit annoyed, and he asked him: "Did you practice Zhuang Gong when you were young?"

"Stand up, I don't even want to think about that."

"Okay, then I'll tell you how he trained me. Standing on a stake, he put up a pole and put a bowl of chili water on it. If I move my upper body a little, or turn around I didn't keep my back straight all the time, huh—"

He clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Yes, I know about it. My brother did almost the same thing. He was even more ruthless. He directly lit a wax oil lamp on my head."

"At that time, the person I hated most in the world was the first person to come up with such a method."

"I said that the grandson's enemies must be more than the two of us. I bet whoever practices martial arts will hate him!"

"That's not all. I've been working in his dental office. He has a total of three hundred prohibitions. Anyone who breaks the precepts is never tolerated. He has to pick and choose everything I have done for a long time. If there is some trouble, as long as he picks it out, he will be punished. He also said, "I'm just trying to make things difficult for you, because there is no one in the world who can let you go easily." At that time, I always thought that I could Survive my father's hands and I probably won't die—"

——I must be so hard on you, because you are different from others, you must be smarter and stronger than others to survive, otherwise they will crush you without mercy.

While speaking, Gao Huaide's tone gradually eased: "...Thinking about it now, he was right."

"He moves frequently. I have never stayed in one place for more than two years. Earlier, he always had to go out for military affairs. He often left for several months. Every time I was very scared. I was afraid that he would come back again. No more...he taught me to shoot arrows when I'm restless, and when I draw the string, I don't think about anything..."

The voice became softer and softer: "...During the days when I was in Luoyang, my father went north with the army. At that time, there was no communication from the north. Some people said that the entire Jin army was gone. Some people said that after the surrender, they were all killed by the Khitan. There are rumors, but none of them are good, I go to the shooting range every day, and I have to shoot three targets every day, but I am still scared... very scared..."

No wonder he reacted so strongly at that time, but now listening to his faint words, Zhao Kuangyin really felt that thousands of arrows pierced his heart, just like all the arrows he shot back then pierced himself, but now he didn't know what to say, a thousand words The last thing Yuyu uttered was only three words: "...I'm sorry."

"What does it matter, how long has it been?"

"No, seriously, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, he's gone now."

Gao Huaide's tone was still calm when he said these words, and his voice was barely audible when he turned his face away and looked at other places.

Now that King Qi has passed away, he says he is older than himself, how much older can he be? No hometown, no relatives, and he is alone in the world, but he always stands up straight with a smile on his face, all day long. How did you survive? Zhao Kuangyin thought about it and quietly held his hand and whispered in his ear: "If you want to cry, you can cry, there is no one else here."

"...Who said I want to cry?"

Saying so, he turned his head and buried his face on his shoulder, the hot and humid feeling invaded his skin through his clothes, but the person leaning on his shoulder never made a sound.

Clasping five fingers together, he could feel the calluses on the heel of that finger, which was not as rough and fleshy as ordinary warriors. The hand was delicate but full of toughness and strength, and the palm was hot.

It was like a fire was burning hot.

……

After coming out of the old house, he said that he would take Gao Huaide to the river for a walk. The autumn afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, and the ripples on the river surface were as brilliant as gold-plated. He simply took off his shoes and walked barefoot in the sun-baked area. On the river beach, the water has receded a little at this time, and the soft mud along the river is still full of water, and the small water bubbles that have sunk out are surrounded by reeds, and scattered on the beach, shining in the sun.

"The Luo River is so beautiful, I haven't noticed it before."

"Why is it Luo River?" He walked on the river beach and pointed out the two sides to Gao Huaide. To the north of the river is a rolling ridge, and the autumn wheat is green: "Look, there is Mang Every February [-]th, people in the city have to bring food and drink to the mountain for an outing..." He smiled and asked Gao Huaide, "Have you ever eaten Zaoshan buns?"

"...No, what is that?"

"When worshiping ancestors here, young and old, we have to steam Zaoshan, which is to pinch a jujube into the middle of the ordinary steamed bun to make a delicate shape. It usually takes three to five days before it is ready to be served. Most of the children have never seen dim sum. When you left the table with something fresh and rare, you snatched it from me, and when you snatched it, you pretended to eat it with gusto, just to greedy others, but in fact, that food is really unpalatable, it’s not as good as Zamian bun.”

Listening to him talking, Gao Huaide smiled: "I see you eat the most."

He also smiled: "Yeah, why don't you see why I haven't eaten pastries until now."

This is the place where he was born and raised. The mountains are high, the waters are thick and the mausoleums are vertical and horizontal. He knows every ditch and every ridge here. He remembers that when he was a child, he would jump into the Luo River and swim back and forth every day after practicing morning exercises regardless of the seasons. At first, his brother forced him to do it. It was still early spring, and the river was so icy cold that it almost froze human blood. Once he swam to the other side, his brother happened to have something to do, so he planned to sneak around from the nearby bridge. Going back, the roaring chant of the fiber workers came from afar:

—You can't pull the plow if you can't pull the mill!If you can't sing the chant, you should crawl back!

He couldn't climb back, so he gritted his teeth and plunged into the river to swim to the opposite bank.

"——there is the Tianjin Bridge, which has collapsed due to no one repairing it for many years, but in the past, people passing through the north and south had to use this bridge. Jin, all the catkins on the other side of the Weiwang embankment have also flown over, and the whole river bank is very red and green. Going down is Yingtianmen, and further ahead is the palace of the imperial city. Peonies are planted along the road. On the other side of the Huangdaoqu, there are also hundred-day reds planted on the bank. In summer, there are flower and tree traders everywhere by the river. Even if you go to the foot of West Market, you can’t see an empty place—”

His hand crossed the walls of a desolate and desolate house, and pointed out the outline of a splendid and prosperous capital. Gao Huaide looked at it from a distance and listened in a daze: "...that's great."

"The western capital, of course, is a good place. When Chen Ziang wrote a letter to Empress Wu, please move the capital to Luoyang. Regardless of him, there are a few words in it that are really good. He said that Luoyang faces Taihang in the north and is in danger of the Yellow River. , there is Wanye Rao in the south, Songyue Mountain in the east and Qinling Mountains in the west—"

Hearing what he said, Gao Huaide couldn't help laughing again: "—You made it up yourself again. People said, 'there is the danger of the Taihang in the north, the rich leaves in the south, the benefits of the rivers and rivers in the east, and the benefits of lakes and seas in the west. Chi Xiao Mian according to the treasure of Guanhe'."

He also smiled: "Look at you, what are you doing with such a good memory, I can't even pretend to be a bachelor - isn't that all about the same thing."

He stopped by the water and squatted down. He put his hand into the water and stirred it slowly. The hot sun shone on the water, but the water was cool and gentle.The Luohe River is such a river. For thousands of years, the irrigation along the banks has depended on this river with gentle flow and flat water surface. The narrow and deep valleys and ravines, when they finally come out of the mountain pass and flow down to the plain, become very peaceful and peaceful, even gentle and peaceful; but the boatmen who are close to the Luo River know its temperament, and there are always a few dangerous shoals that do not make great efforts. If you have a serious attitude and strength, you will definitely not be able to cross it; along the way, people continue to dig canals for water, and countless tributaries branch out from it, but this river has never stopped at all. The valley cannot stop it, nor can the sand dunes. Sometimes it is soft and slow, but it is never held back. It just goes straight forward all the way north to join the roaring Yellow River.

Head to the East China Sea.

"How good Luoyang is, you won't know until you see it someday. In my generation, this place is almost deserted. I heard that Luoyang was like..."

"It's like..." His voice became lower and lower, and he couldn't hear clearly. Gao Huaide bent down and got a little closer to him.

"--so!"

Caught off guard, a handful of water splashed across the face.

This time it was time to catch Gao Huaide defenseless. When he wiped the water off his face and opened his eyes, he had already laughed and rushed out for several steps.Gao Huaide jumped up and chased after him. The two 24-year-old boys looked like six or seven-year-old children, kicking off their shoes and stepping on the water on the river beach to chase and fight. After a while, both of them were wet. Drenched in drenching and a little out of breath from laughing, Gao Huaide took advantage of the slowness of his feet and took a few steps forward, twisted him and tripped him on the river beach with a crooked leg, and rode up before he could stand up On him, suppressing his eyebrows and raising his eyes, he pretended to be angry and said: "—surnamed Zhao, let's settle the old and new accounts together today: At that time, you brought people to block me in the alley, and I haven't finished the matter yet! "

"A gentleman does not remember the next day's revenge! You are not a gentleman!"

He raised his fist and hit his face: "Yes! I'm not! You are!"

"—Hey, ancestor, take it easy, I've always been a bear face, and if I break it for you, I'll be so annoying to you all day long. I feel sorry for you——"

Hearing his words, Gao Huaide unexpectedly didn't smile, but held his face and bowed his head and kissed him.

A deep kiss, a passionate kiss, a kiss that forgets everything, a kiss that doesn't care about anything, it doesn't matter whether anyone sees it, even if someone sees it, they won't believe it, this young man who is as passionate as the midsummer sky will be the same as that respectful and indifferent imperial guard Commander is the same person.

Yes, he is like the sky in midsummer, it is completely impossible to predict whether the next moment will be sunny or stormy.

Sunshine or wind and rain, no second person will see it.

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