[Qin Shimingyue] On the development of love through improper households

water.

water.

water……

In all directions, there is water.

He wanted to open his eyes, open his mouth to breathe, he wanted to escape from all of this, but there was water all around him.

There was simply nowhere for him to escape.

"Xiaolong, Xiaolong, wake up—"

Long Xiu's anxious voice came from beside his ears, and Long Qie opened his eyes in a trance, just in time to meet Long Xiu's worried eyes.

"elder brother."

He let out a soft cry, then wiped his face, which was also covered with water—or tears.

"Xiaolong, don't fall asleep in the bathtub in the future, you will catch a cold."

Long Xiu exhorted with concern, then stretched out his hand and stroked his wet hair, with a little love in his eyes.

"Yes, I understand."

Long Qie took the handkerchief from Long Xiu and wiped off the water on his face.

"Today is Mother's Memorial Day, Dad went out alone... Xiaolong, don't think too much." Long Xiu patted him on the shoulder, then turned and walked out.

The steps are very light, but the heart is heavy.

Long Qi watched Long Xiu's straight and slender back disappear, and watched the black wooden door being gently closed, tears welled up in his eyes.

He folded his arms, buried his face in his knees, and bit the corners of his lips, trying not to cry out.

"Mother's memorial day... is also my sister's memorial day."

Excessive tears spilled between his fingers, and his shoulders shook with violent sobs.

...he couldn't forgive himself.

You can never forgive yourself.

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When Long Qie was eight years old, his father Long Yuan and elder brother Long Xiu led the Tenglong Legion to go to other countries. When he was young, he accompanied his mother at home and waited for their triumphant return.

Soon it was his birthday, and that day he had been clamoring to go boating on the lake - his elder brother had promised him, but this time his elder brother broke his promise, because the military order was like a mountain.

In November, not long after the New Year, the weather was very cold. Although it was already winter, the sun was still shining brightly.

He turned his face sideways, and his mother's smile became brighter and brighter in the sunlight.

He looked forward with joy to the fact that he would soon have a sister.

Dragon who knew the news was happier than anyone else.

"She must be my sister." He firmly believed in this.

"But what if it's the younger brother?" Mother asked him with a smile, "You can't be so sure, can you?"

He frowned beautifully, and didn't say anything for a long time, and finally said sullenly: "Then raise him as a younger sister."

"Xiaolong, do you want your sister so much?"

"Yeah." He nodded, and seriously assured, "I will definitely be a good brother, even better than Brother Long Xiu."

He also promised Long Yuan and Long Xiu that he would take good care of his mother and his unborn younger sister.

——in the name of a man, speaking so loudly.

However, he missed the appointment.

When he was picked up from the river, when he saw his mother's face that was so cold that there was no blood, he knew that those beautiful eyes would never be opened.

If it wasn't because he insisted on going on a boat trip, if it wasn't because he fell into the river because of his fun, mother would not have fallen into the water because of saving him, and even lost her life.

He will never forget how cold the water is in winter.

He was drenched all over, lying beside his mother tremblingly, and tremblingly took out a comb from his arms.

It was a finely crafted comb, which he planned to give to his sister as a meeting gift.

Girls have to have long, long hair to look good, he thought.The comb was carved by himself, and he thought his sister would like it very much, very much.

It's just that we haven't met yet, but we have said goodbye.

×××

The dragon became very afraid of water.

Being in the water, he felt that at any moment he would be swallowed by the water, lose consciousness and never wake up.

His best brother is his young master, Xiang Yu from the Xiang clan of Chu State.

Xiang Yu is afraid of heights, and dragons are afraid of water.

Long Qi often sat on a tall tree and watched Xiang Yu swim in the river.Two people would unceremoniously mock each other as cowards, but never fell for each other's accusations and provocations.

He jumped down from the tree and bathed himself in bright sunlight.

He lowered his head and saw a shadow under him, the corners of his upturned mouth suddenly stiffened, and his heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the valley.

Even if it is completely in the sun, there will be a shadow under the body, which is a place that even light cannot reach.

Until later, he met Ji Zhen, and he regarded her as his salvation.

Ji Zhen's appearance was more like a farce, but it woke him up from a nightmare, a nightmare he thought he would never wake up from.

"I'm not an assassin, I just passed by here and was hunted down here by people from your house, but I can't unlock your acupoints for the time being." She hesitated and explained, with sincerity and helplessness in her eyes but no fear.

He didn't care about her words, but he was thinking, how could this guy even click the acupuncture points crookedly?

She climbed out of the tub, and the rising water splashed on his face, he was a little helpless - he was completely naked, and he didn't know how much she had seen - girl, this is the responsibility of him = =

With her back to him, she took off her soaked clothes.He has always pursued fairness, and he never prides himself on being a gentleman. Then he turned around with great interest, and watched the whole process of her changing clothes intently—even though his back was only facing her, he still felt that this wave was not bad.

"...I caught you." She didn't even fasten her belt, and was fixed by his acupuncture points.

Seeing that she was obviously nervous, he pretended to be calm and asked, "How did you unlock the acupuncture points?"

He laughed and said, "Maybe you were too nervous, so you didn't hit the spot at all."

"Then why didn't you hand me over to those people just now?" Ji Zhen sighed angrily, "In vain I always claimed to be invincible in acupuncture and archery, but today I fell into the hands of a red-haired boy like you."

"I just think that if I hand you over to them, I won't have anything to play with." He said slowly, "I can interrogate you slowly and torture you slowly."

"...You put on your clothes first." Her eyes moved down slowly, and she calmed down when she saw that he was wearing a bath towel around his lower body.

"That's right, you'll catch a cold if you don't wear clothes, that's not good." He accepted her suggestion and said thoughtfully, "But my clothes are on you now." His fingers gradually moved down, All the way to her waist.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" She yelled, with only anger on her face, not shyness.

"What to do?...Of course, take my clothes back and put them on." He said seriously, "Use the same way, and give it back to him."

Her puffy look was very interesting to him.

He turned his fingers, and then carefully tied the belt of her coat.

"What? Are you expecting me to strip you naked?"

Seeing her surprised expression, he pulled her hair with a half-smile.

"No..." Before she finished speaking, he had already taken a soft bath towel, wrapped her head in it, and carefully wiped off the water on it.

Many years ago, his mother wiped his hair in the same way, with gentle and careful movements.

"You go."

He let go of her hair, wrapped her in a red coat, and then sat at the table and poured herself a drink.

The wine is very light, and it is not easy to get drunk if you drink too much.

He is still young, but already has melancholy.

"Why don't you leave?...Could it be that I'm so handsome that I'm reluctant to leave?" Seeing her complex expression, he blinked and smiled triumphantly.

"I was thinking, why don't you doubt me? Why do you let me go so easily?"

"Qin would not send such an assassin." This is too stupid.

"Oh?"

"And you didn't hurt the young master." He thought of the young master who was so loud but still a yellow-haired boy, and he became emotional all of a sudden, "If you hurt the young master, I will definitely tear you to pieces Wan Duan."

"... Oh." She nodded thoughtfully.

"Wait a minute." Seeing that she was about to leave, he stopped her again, "What's your name?"

"...Ji Zhen, you can call me Ah Zhen."

"You're very interesting." He closed his eyes and said softly, "Before I regret it, you should leave."

"……it is good."

In fact, as soon as she left, he regretted it.

He fell asleep in the tub again.

The water was already cold, but this time no one came to wake him up again.

Lying in the icy water, he thought of the comb next to his pillow.He thought maybe he should give the comb to the girl named Ji Zhen, because she also has long hair—just like the sister he expected.

He needed a playmate, and he thought he would need a lover later on.

The next day, he searched for her for a long time, but he didn't find any news about her.He was a little disappointed, but quickly forgot about it.

The crowd is vast, and he is the son of a general, so he always has a lot of things to do.

In the subsequent war, Chu State lost to Qin State.The war was extremely cruel. After the Tenglong Legion was in charge, Long Qi had to cut Xiang Yu's reins with his own hands to protect him from evacuating safely.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that he will not die well.

Because of the courage of the commander and the solidarity of the soldiers, they did not disgrace their mission and held their positions for several days. In the end, they won more with less and bought time for the army to retreat.Long Yuan was seriously injured in the war, and died of his wounds on the way to escape. Before he died, he gave the tiger amulet to Long Qie.

"This is the military spirit of Chu State."

"Yes, I know." He nodded, and promised with tears in his eyes, "The last general, Long Qi, swears to protect the soul of Chu's army to the death."

—in the name of a man again.

He knew he would never miss an appointment again.

The last thing Long Yuan said to him was: "Xiaolong, father is leaving first."

Just like many, many years ago, when Long Yuan went out to relax, he also said to him so gently: "Xiaolong, dad has gone out."

At that time, he could still reply obediently: "Okay."

Daddy will come back soon... But this time, Daddy will never come back again.

Long Yuan died with a smile, and Long Qi couldn't cry.

He thought of himself crying all the time, and suddenly felt useless.

Big drops of tears rolled down into the ground, pouring out the sadness one after another, as well as the perseverance of the youth.

He was only a teenager, and he had already shouldered the important task of commanding the entire Tenglong Legion.He led the remaining soldiers of the Tenglong Legion, went all the way, concealed their names, endured the humiliation, and finally came to Sanghai.

It's not that he didn't doubt his ability, but once he had this thought, he immediately gave himself confidence: Xiaolong, you are the best.

The most powerful is not the young master, but me, Long Qi!

He touched his face and found that the smile was stiff and forced.

Waiting is a long despair, but in this long process, there is hope.

They occupy the mountains and become kings in Songhai.He allowed his soldiers to act mischievously, but never allowed them to lose their faith in the restoration of the country.

Once a young soldier complained: "When are we going to wait? Young Master, they won't come, the Tenglong Legion has been abandoned."

He was very annoyed when he heard this, and for the first time in his life, he did something to one of his own people.

"Even if you wait until you die, you have to wait for me." He said angrily, "Whoever dares to say such a thing again will never be forgiven lightly."

In fact, he has no bottom in his heart.

In addition to waiting every day, or waiting, there is only waiting.

He has been waiting for a long time, he has been waiting for a long time, but he doesn't know how long he will have to wait before the person he is waiting for can come.

Winter goes to spring, year after year.

On a sunny day, he walked alone in the forest of Songhai.

There is a bamboo forest, because of the spring rain last night, a lot of bamboo shoots grew.

He squatted down and looked at the bamboo shoots on the ground seriously.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.Bamboo knows that joint growth is very painful.

He also grew up all of a sudden, he understands how painful it is.

He met Chu Nangong, the number one sage in Chu.Chu Nangong said to him in an old but firm voice: "Although there are three families in Chu, if Qin dies, Chu must die."

He was not surprised, a bright smile appeared on his lips: "I understand."

The death of Qin must be Chu.

It must be Chu!

He began the long wait again.

Often he would think of someone, someone he had met once.Her face became clearer day by day in the past three years, and he remembered all the things he thought he had forgotten long ago.

The mood of wanting to be with that person suddenly became clear again.

She broke into his life suddenly and woke him up from a nightmare, so she will definitely appear this time, and he firmly believes it.

That day, he took a bath in the river, and the river water only reached his waist, but there was pain in his heart.

If all the rivers in this world were this deep, then his mother and younger sister would not have died.

She did appear.More embarrassing than it was a few years ago.

"Normal, the water in this river is only up to your waist."

She always appeared suddenly, but just right.

For the first time in three years, he smiled so happily, so joyously.

He has two wishes, one is to find his young master, who died in Qin and Chuchu; the other is to stay away from the nightmare with her.

In the war of gold and iron horses, such a wish is considered a luxury, but he never gave up.

After all the hardships, he was with her, but she was not happy.

She pretended to be someone else in her heart, and the child in her belly belonged to someone else.

He closed his eyes and muttered to the sky: "Everything will be fine."

He can wait, he is willing to wait.

He watched her hug and cry with others, watched her go out to pray for others, watched her sigh silently again and again, he was still willing to wait.

In spring, he plucked the most beautiful peach blossoms for her.

In summer, he brought her good wine in the city.

In autumn, he helped her pray for the characters of peace.

In winter, he managed to save the man she loved.

He gave her four seasons and was willing to give her reincarnation.

Heart and lungs, unswerving.

But she still doesn't love him.

This is the great tragedy of life.

Even her child fell in love with him—the child he had raised and should be his.

He had promised to treat the child as if he were his own, and he did.

Because of her, he was suspected by the king.

The brothers who grew up together, his young master, his king, his beliefs—doubt him.

He didn't even know what else he could lose for her, what was left of him?

If I have it, you can take it all, he thought.

For Fan Zeng's death, she was more or less responsible, and she was silent and silent. He was even irritated by the gossip among the soldiers, and pointed a cold spear at her to make her tell the truth ——At that moment, he regretted it.

At the moment of his death, he still regretted it.

You have been wronged so much by Zhang Liang and shed all your tears, why should I make you suffer?

Why didn't even I trust you?Why do you still have to be imprisoned by me in a dark dungeon after you lose all your martial arts?

In the years that followed, he tried every means to make up for her, but her smile couldn't reach his eyes—no matter how much he cared, there was already a gap between them.

At the moment when he was defeated by Han Xin, he regretted not listening to her dissuasion, and regretting his ability for a while.The river was freezing cold in winter, and she passed out in his arms.

He went through all kinds of hardships, exhausted all his internal energy, and brought her ashore——and then faced the thousands of enemy troops alone.

Guan Ying rode on the horse, triumphantly: "Capture the dragon and still not surrender?"

"I am General Longqie of Chu State. I would rather die in battle than surrender."

He is a dragon, and he has been a soldier and horse all his life, and he has lived up to Western Chu and the king.

Han Xin shook his head and lowered his eyes.

"Archer, let go!"

The off-string arrow feathers flew towards him from all directions, and all of them shot into his body.He had already exhausted his strength in the water, he had never been able to swim, and if it wasn't for her, he might not even be able to get ashore.

Blood dripped down the armor to the ground, one drop, one drop, one drop...

The wind gradually picked up, he even felt a dull pain in breathing, he felt that the speed of life was passing faster and faster, but the corners of his raised lips remained unchanged, his eyes looked at her face tenderly, as if he wanted to touch her one by one. Carve it into my heart every day, and never forget it for life and life.

Time seemed to stand still again, and everyone was looking at him.

Looking at him, desperately supporting his crumbling body, hugging the love of his life, protecting her well.

He bent down, wanting to touch her hair habitually, imagining gently combing her hair to make it soft as before.

He wanted to stay by her side for the rest of his life, to accompany her to see the city from the blooming flowers to the city full of snow, to eat sweets and cakes and drink soju with her, and to grow up with her without any doubt.

It would be great if the days could flow like this.His vision gradually became hazy, and he could only see a vague figure.

At the last moment of his life, he found that he couldn't let her go at all.

He moved the corners of his lips and murmured, "It hurts... Take care."

He only said three words, to her, but also to himself.

In a daze, he thought of the year when he first came to Sanghai, in the spring, he saw a flower blooming enthusiastically, so brilliant that people couldn't take their eyes off for a moment.

Only later did he know that it was not his flower, he just passed her in full bloom.

Many years later, the soldiers who personally participated in the Battle of Weishui were old. When they talked about that war, what impressed them most was not King Han Xin of Qi, nor Guan Ying, the Taiwei, but the young dragon And general.

When they talk about him, they will still sigh with emotion and sigh, and they will never forget that scene, such a magnificent young man, with a lifetime of pride and glory, drowned by the rolling Weishui River.

The author has something to say: 【Later he found out that it was not his flower, he just passed through her blooming. 】—Excerpted from the Internet, I searched for a long time but failed to find out the source, invaded and deleted.