Only God is left

on the night you were betrayed

you pick up the pie

after giving thanks

you part it and say

"This is my body for you"

"When you eat, remember me"

on the night you were betrayed

you took the cup

after giving thanks

you hold it up and say

"This is my blood spilled for you"

"When you drink, remember me"

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AD [-]

On the eve of Kuichou in the tenth month of winter, the emperor died in the Long Live Hall at the age of fifty and was buried on the west steps of the hall.

In April Yimao, the second year of Taiping Xingguo, Yongchang Mausoleum was buried.In the first year of Dazhong Xiangfu, plus the posthumous posthumous title Qiyun Liji Yingwu Ruiwen Shende Shenggong to Ming Daxiao Emperor.

The first emperor passed away, and the new emperor will change the Yuan without passing the year. The twists and turns are meaningless, after all, it is only an emperor who died.And he was still waiting, and now he could feel his gaze no matter where he was, just like every time he took the children outside the city before, he always knew that he was watching not far away.He knew where he had been watching silently, and would step forward when "then" arrived, and he promised him to wait until "then", he had been waiting for so long, it would make no difference if it was longer or shorter.

He can feel that he has begun to move towards the end, but he still decides to live for a while, the three children are not yet old enough to be independent, and they still need him to continue to live.His status is more like a symbol, even if he has no relationship with the court, there are many things that he will take the initiative to do without saying anything.Everything is arranged very thoughtfully, so thoughtful that everything is convenient without being too turbulent.

He really made him never kneel and kowtow for the rest of his life.

There have not been many servants in the mansion, because he hates outsiders touching his things very much.In the past two years, the trembling of his right arm has become more and more serious, so his eldest son often organizes his clothes. When the seasons changed that year, his eldest son came to help him pack his things, and he took out a robe from the bottom of the suitcase and asked him in surprise. : "Father, is this dress yours?"

It was a dark brown cloth coat with a very simple style. His father's clothes had always been very plain and light-colored, and he had never seen clothes of this color.

He looked over, and his eyes seemed to be sucked in, and his breathing almost stopped for a while.

————'Don't you have clothes of other colors? '

Taking a deep breath, he pretended to be casual and said with a smile: "This one is not worn too much, you can take it if you want."

His eldest son draped it over his body and compared it, it was a little bigger, but it doesn't matter if the coat is too big, so he pulled the folds of the clothes and said casually: "This color is very durable, and it won't be visible when it is dirty."

All the things that had been firmly locked in his heart for a long time were released by these words, which made his chest tight and he was a little out of breath, but there was still a gentle smile on his face: "...it fits very well. of."

He still couldn't look away—he used to hate him for wearing this color, but it didn't seem as ugly as he remembered—until his eldest son noticed his gaze, he lowered his eyes and said a word. She covered it up: "Time is so fast, Gong'er has grown up so much."

His eldest son smiled, he was a joking young man: "Look at what you said, if I don't grow up, I will be broken."

He changed the subject: "Don't you want to go to Yangzhou? I have wasted a lot of your time in the past two years, so you can go there next year."

His eldest son was taken aback when he heard the words: In this day and age, there are rules from top to bottom, and one of the three is dedicated to managing people like him. The rule is that clan children don't serve as high-ranking officials, but only increase their salary generously. He can't do anything with his hands and feet bound; his younger brother doesn't want to stay in Bianliang, and when he gets old and says he wants to go to Xijing, he can go if he wants to. It is enough for his father to take care of him; People who can't afford to eat, just stay around and start to communicate with businessmen in the coastal area of ​​Jianghuai; So he dropped all business dealings and devoted himself to taking care of his father's daily life; years ago, he occasionally told his father that there was a friend in Yangzhou who was doing maritime business looking for him to join him, but he pushed him away, but his father actually remembered it.

Without thinking too much, his eldest son put the rolled up clothes aside, and said with a cheerful smile, "Father, if you want to say that, I have delayed you for more than 20 years since I grew up, and I still owe you ten next year."

He was also laughed at. It has been more than 20 years, right? In that year, the fate of two young people in their early twenties who seemed to have no communication in their lives was twisted together by secret hands, and they could never be separated again.

In fact, time does not need any carrier. Time does not need people's "remembering" to exist. Every gaze, every touch, every smile, every hour, every moment, every ups and downs of breath and every breath that exists between them exists. A heartbeat, even if one day everything in the world ceases to exist, it will not disappear.

He remembers everything that needs to be remembered, he can see him every time he closes his eyes, he can still feel his temperature, he can still hear his voice, he is everywhere, he is not in any one place— — he was in every breath he took.In every heartbeat, in his bones and hair and blood, he was in his soul.

He is still in his heart.

When Zhao Pu came to hire his youngest daughter, he knew that "the time" was coming.

On the morning of the last day, he still had the usual gentle and peaceful smile on his face, and people said it was a good death.

In modern terms, his final years were plagued by hypotension, rheumatoid and various sequelae of lung damage.These included emphysema, joint pain, and secondary Parkinsonism, but hardly anyone had ever seen noticeable symptoms of any of them from him.Because there are indeed some people who can make their bodies obey their own will, which can be achieved through long-term rigorous training, exercising strong willpower enough to control the physical body, or just because there is something holding them up, so they can always be stable Stand in front of people.

It was a heart attack that put an end to his journey in this world, as if suddenly, his heart stopped forever after a violent beating.

Because he saw him push open the door and walk over, still the same as when he was at the Huaishui Bridge, his black eyes were like burning coals, with the same smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and strode towards him.

He is still his man.

In July of the seventh year of Taiping Xingguo, Wu Sheng Jiedu envoy and concurrent servant Zhong Gao Huaide died, presented Zhongshu Ling, and was posthumously named King of Bohai County, posthumously named Wumu.Huaide is honorable and noble in the world, and his personality is simple and arrogant, so at most he is not troublesome.Good temperament, self-made new voice, perfecting the subtlety of music.Good at shooting, hunting and chasing, and sleeping in the wild for three to five days, almost hundreds of foxes and rabbits were caught.Every time a pair of guests rises up suddenly without bowing to each other, dozens of horsemen will be led to the suburbs from other gates to follow the birds.

The author has something to say:

☆, final chapter

People come together to build society for love; for people to love each other, for people who love each other to be together, for love to become part of everyday life, for the preservation of the honorable, honorable, noble and beautiful parts of humanity, for our love People don't go through the bad parts of what we do.

What you believe will come true, and what you seek will be found.

The most basic purpose of these three stories is that after reading this paragraph you can leave the computer, pick up the phone or stand up and go out, and say to your family, lover, friend, partner, all the people you love: I love you. you.

When you go out and walk down the street, remember to hold the hand of the one you love - parent, brother, sister, friend, partner - you are surrounded by someone you love and love you and you should be proud of that And show the world.

You know a lot of people can't.

what is love?

If I could speak in tongues of all men, and the words of angels, but have no love, I would be a bagpipe that sounds or a gong that sounds.

If I have the ability to prophesy, and understand all mysteries, all knowledge, and have all faith, so I can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.

If I give what I have to the poor, and give my body to be burned, but have no love, it will profit me nothing.

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous; love is not boastful or arrogant;

Not violent, not self-seeking, slow to anger, thinks no evil,

Does not rejoice in injustice, but rejoices in truth;

Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never stops.

The ability to prophesy will eventually come to an end; the ability to speak in tongues will eventually cease; knowledge will eventually come to an end.

What we know now is limited, and what the prophets have spoken is limited,

When the perfect comes, the limited will cease to exist.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I thought like a child; now that I have become a man, I have put away childish things.

Now we seem to be watching in a mirror, blurred like guessing, but then we will be face to face.What I know now is limited, then I will know all, as the Lord knows me.

Faith, hope, and love abiding now; of these three, the greatest of these is love.

Corinthians13

13 Corinthians [-]

The story is over and life goes on.