Cannon fodder "attack" system

[Everything is chasing the wind, everything is chasing shadows. 】

For many years to come, he would often think of what the head monk he met by chance had said to him.

At that time, the Qiao family was still there, and there were four major families in the Jianghu, and the forces of the four directions were a banner with four corners tight, and the Qiao family stabilized the center of the Jianghu, so that everyone could rest assured that he was the young son of the Qiao family. Knowing that he neighed for a whole summer, he went to see his grandfather with his third aunt. In a sparsely populated town, dilapidated old houses, there were no people on the streets at noon, and the sun was scorching hot. He met a long-door monk, wearing a bamboo hat, and washed White clothes, eyes tightly wrapped with gauze on one side.The long door monk asked him for a glass of water, and the towering ancient trees in the yard behind him prospered all the way to the outside of the wall. The long door monk looked at him and smiled, and said, the young master has a kind heart, but it's a pity that his blessings are poor.

He was a little surprised, not knowing why.The other party put away the cup with a smile, and the wide bamboo hat covered most of the man's face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly. Before leaving, the other party only left a sentence that he didn't know where to start. He will leave the young master first.With a long sigh, he said, this is the life of the young master.

He was seven years old when he met the Changmen monk, and the next year, all the families in Qiao's residence were slaughtered.The rumors on the surface of the river and lake are the work of the Demon Cult, but in fact, who knows how many people took advantage of it.The Qiao family is a hundred-year-old family, if it hadn't been counterattacked by those new and old families, how could it have ended up like this.Everything is just for the redistribution of power, or there may be unknown grievances and hatreds.That day, the blood of Qiao's family almost dyed the whole land red, and his mother was cut off her arm to save him.Later, his parents died, and he was the only one who survived, and then all the members of Qiao's family died, and he was the only one who survived.

For a long time, he often dreamed of the former Qiao family, those relatives who passed away, each with blurred double images and distorted appearances.In the dream, the sky was all blood red, and a crescent moon was dripping with blood dripping down.Thick, fishy, ​​like substance.He struggled to wake up from the dream, the clear light spilled from the half-opened window, and for a moment the crescent moon outside the window overlapped with the dream.He closed his eyes again, there were some things he couldn't recall, it was painful to the bone when he recalled them.Seeing a cluster of blood splashed on the screen in a daze, his mother's words before she died, she said, live well, don't take revenge.

Later, by chance, he joined the Shaoyang School, and the headmaster asked him what his name was. He knelt down, slightly dazed, closed his eyes, and said softly, my name is Qiao Ming.

Qiao Ming.

A random name has no meaning. That "Ming" may be tomorrow's "Ming", or it may be the "Ming" who understands. It can be anything, or maybe it doesn't matter. For him, the only thing he can't give up is Yes, only that last name.

So he became Qiao Ming, as if everything happened yesterday, as if he died yesterday, everything is still, many things cannot be recalled, and he is only Qiao Ming, until the senior brother blocked the sword for him.The snow-white sword body, the bright red blood, the trajectory of life at that moment overlapped with the past, and it was in a daze that her mother hugged him with blood all over her body, and her broken arm.His complexion turned pale in an instant.Those past events that have been gradually forgotten by ice and dust are coming at this moment like this.It was the fire flowing in the deepest part of the ice, such scorching temperature and skin-cutting pain.

Qiao Ming has always had a hard time explaining exactly what kind of existence a senior brother is to him.

Duan Ziyan said, Senior Brother Song is probably the place where your inner demons lie.

When Duan Ziyan said this, the moon was shining outside the window and the moon was setting. After Qiao Ming heard it, he just laughed and turned his cup without saying a word.

For a while, no one spoke in the room. After a long time, Duan Ziyan said softly, Qiao Ming, Brother Song is dead.

He nodded, still smiling, and said, I know.

The action of pouring wine at Duanziyan stopped.

There is a kind of people in this world, calm lunatics, they know everything clearly, they are even calmer and more rational than others, only the madness whose behavior runs counter to reason.Sighing, Yehan Xingwei, Duan Ziyan finished pouring the last drop of wine in the jug, he raised his glass to Qiao Ming, smiled and changed the subject: "About tomorrow, Xie Chen and I will leave."

Qiao Ming put down his glass and asked, "Where are you going?"

Duan Ziyan thought for a while, and said: "I haven't thought about it yet, but he is clamoring to go to the Jiangnan area. Maybe you can take him to Rongcheng. I heard that the beggar chicken there is a must, or the orchid chicken. There will be an oiran contest there soon..."

Qiao Ming shook his head and laughed: "You are willing."

Duan Ziyan drank another glass: "It's just for the interest in the future... I should let him know that he will always have to pay back if he comes out to mess around, so don't take chances."

After another pot of wine, Duan Ziyan was a little drunk. He looked at Qiao Ming and suddenly said, "I had some strange dreams recently." After thinking about it, he put his hand on his forehead and smiled, "Forget it." , Don’t talk about it, it’s just a faint dream.”

A faint dream indeed.In the dream, he and Qiao Ming were actually together, but the Qiao Ming in the dream was not very similar to the person in front of him, even the complete opposite.It's just that the reality of the dream made him a little at a loss.Regardless of mentioning it, it is absurd to think about it.

After Duan Ziyan left, Qiao Ming was the only one left in the water pavilion. The full moon in the sky was particularly bright tonight. He spilled half a glass of wine in his hand on the ground. Duan Ziyan said that Song Guan was his demon. , approximately so.He remembered that when his senior brother was still there, he had done many despicable things, those secret, unspeakable, taboo things, things that even he himself detested.However, while loathing himself, he couldn't stop.

Wanting the person in front of me to belong to me, the idea of ​​invisible light expands a little bit in the corner where no one can see.When sleeping together at night, he buried his face on the side of his senior brother's neck, with the warm body in his arms, he secretly kissed his senior brother's brows and eyes.The man slept defenseless, unconscious, kissed and kissed.Then he looked at his senior brother's sleeping face, and inevitably thought, who would be the one who would kiss his senior brother like this in the future?Who would be the person who would be hugged and slept in the arms of the senior brother like this?When thinking of this, the strength of holding the senior brother was a little uncontrollable, the senior brother struggled in his sleep, and he let go.

In fact, he knew that the senior brother didn't care much about him.The past was the past, and the present is the present.The senior brother said that if you like someone, you have to find out his preferences, and the senior brother said that if you like someone, you have to fight for it yourself.He recalled Miss Chu's expression and imitated it.But in the end the results were different.Senior brother will like Miss Chu, but not him.But he felt that all of this could be done slowly, but he didn't expect that the senior brother died so unexpectedly.The vague memories of the long door monk in his childhood suddenly emerged clearly at that moment, and even the lines of the unknown towering ancient tree behind him became extremely clear.

——People whom the young master cares about will always leave the young master first.

The monk who had injured one eye let out a long sigh and said, this is the life of the young master.

After his senior brother died, he bloodbathed the Demon Cult. Those members of the Demon Cult were beheaded to pieces, their heads were separated, and the blood gradually dripped on the wall. He was actually quite happy.When he was young, his grandfather took him and said to his father, this child of yours is too pure in mind, and it is easy to teach too much with one step of caution. This is very similar to your second uncle who died young. One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon. Your second uncle asked your grandfather to teach him to destroy you.At that time, I couldn't say much to my grandfather, but this child, you have to teach him well, you know?You have to teach him well.

In a daze, I went back to the night when the senior brother died, and half of the sky in the Huashan School was illuminated red by the flames.He didn't remember his reaction when he saw his senior brother covered in blood.But many fragments of pictures and fragmentary memories turned in my mind.It's so strange that some things may not be the most impressive, but I always remember them very clearly.

Like the time he practiced swords with his senior brother, he held his senior brother's hand from behind and performed a stabbing motion.At that time, the senior brother stopped suddenly, turned around and said, "Senior brother, do you feel that something is wrong?" He smiled and nodded slightly: "Is that so?" Seeing the expression of something extraordinary, he panicked for a moment, but he heard his senior brother say: "I just said that something is wrong. Junior brother, have you grown taller? You seem to be about the same height as me."

The fact is that he is a little bit taller than Song Guan at the moment, but the other party had an expression of "what, you are not as tall as me", and he clenched his hand into a fist and pressed it to his lips and coughed, With a little smile, he said something against his will with a very serious expression: "Senior brother said so, it is true."

Or the disciples of the sect get together, and everyone talks about their ideals and plans for the future. Most of them are young people with high spirits and high aspirations, such as becoming the strongest swordsman in the world, or becoming the strongest swordsman in the world... When he came to him, he closed the book in his hand, thought for a while and said, he will grow old in peace all his life, raise some flowers and plants, and then raise some small animals.After hearing his wish, a group of people booed.

Among the crowd, only senior brother looked at him with bright eyes.Then the senior brother pushed aside the junior fellow standing in front of him, ran up to him and held his hand, with a look of regret: "Senior brother, as expected, the two of us hit it off the most." Someone on the side decisively exposed this sentence: "Senior brother What you are talking about is to marry seventeen or eight beautiful girls, and then open a restaurant, this ideal is no different from that of Senior Brother Qiao." The senior brother turned his head to argue: "I'm not talking nonsense, how can I marry seventeen or eighteen girls? Come here. You want me to 'grind an iron rod into a needle'. Of course, it's better to be a junior, which fully reflects the attitude of our house dwellers who don't want to compete with the world, and our love for the peace of the world..."

A group of people were making a fuss, and the young disciples who were on duty that day ran in with a basket of steamed buns, shouting, "Brothers, dinner is ready, dinner is here!" , took the lead to squeeze out the crowd and rushed to the little disciple to pick up four buns.

Seeing Song Guan take the steamed stuffed bun, he thanked the little disciple, and with a smile, took out a bag of candy from his sleeve and gave it to the little disciple. Finally, Song Guan came over and handed him a bean paste naturally. Bag.In fact, he doesn't like sweets, but because the other party gave them, he still took them and ate them all without saying a word.

Song Guan sat next to him, and chatted with others indiscriminately during the period, he obviously didn't turn his head, but he knew that he had finished eating.When he finished eating the bun in his hand, Song Guan put down the thing in his hand, turned to him and asked, "Junior brother, do you want another one?"

He looked at Song Guan, half of his brother's face was sunk in the gentle sunlight, after a while, he nodded and said softly: "Yes." Then Song Guan really handed him another one.

The stuffing of the buns is thin and the skin is too sweet for him. This is really a painful and sweet bun.Song Guan was beside him, with his chin propped on one hand, while eating the steamed stuffed bun, while watching the juniors and younger brothers fighting outside, he didn't know what he saw, so he burst out laughing.Looking sideways at Song Guanxiao, he felt that the sun around him seemed to be a little brighter.

They are all fragments of the past.He couldn't remember how he got to Song Guan's side on the last day.The smell of blood, the cold moonlight.He caressed his senior brother's cheek with his fingers, and the person lying on the ground was almost breathless, a great fear arose in his heart.But what can be done?Can't change the other party's weaker and weaker breathing, such a feeling of powerlessness.He suddenly hated it a little, and he didn't know if it was for the person who did all this, or for himself, or both.

The moon in the sky is so bright, but no matter how bright the moonlight is, it is always cold.Most of the time, the senior brother feels like the moonlight, or the sunlight dissolving in the water, which sinks and floats on the surface of the water not far from people.Warm like the real thing.But no.None of this is true.So all the pursuit became pitiful and ridiculous.Everything is chasing after the wind, everything is chasing shadows.

Qiao Ming stretched out his hand to cover Song Guan's eyes, he bent down, and their lips and teeth touched, it was an almost fierce kiss, with the smell of blood spreading in his mouth, faintly revealing a bit of despair.Suddenly one hand touched a piece of ice, and the fingertips felt a slight pain. It was a sharp blade, and then he fumbled to hold it.

The moonlight was bright, pouring down like quicksilver, Qiao Ming gently stabbed the dagger into Song Guan's heart, the person under him convulsed for a moment, Song Guan's fingers grabbed his sleeve.Qiao Ming's other hand was still covering Song Guan's eyes.He always hoped that his senior brother could know his thoughts, but he was afraid that his senior brother would know his thoughts.Unrequited love is always one person's obsession and has nothing to do with the other.Under the palm, he could feel Song Guan blinking his eyes slightly, his eyelashes swept across his palm, slightly itchy, like butterfly wings struggling weakly under his palm, like a whole blurred four seasons, a story about a butterfly. Grand death.

【End of the show】

-------------------------Small theater, about the name of this week's show ----------- ---------

Mr. Egg: The first story you left actually has a name.Ah, in fact, every story you walk has a name.

Song Guan: ...you guys are so idle.

Mr. Egg: Don’t say that, these are the worlds that are real to us!We all love these worlds!Love!

Song Guan: ...

Song Guan (pretending to be very interested): Okay, then tell me, what is the name of the first story?

Mr. Egg: This original story is called Jianghu Weiwenlu.

Song Guan: ...This name...doesn't quite fit the temperament of the original story.

Mr. Egg: ...

Mr. Egg: What doesn’t match!

Song Guan: You need a name that allows people to see the essence of the story at a glance, and you need a more atmospheric name.

Mr. Egg: ...

Mr. Egg: For example?

Song Guan: Biography of the Gay Guys in the Jianghu.

Mr. Egg: ……………………………………… You get out of here!

The author has something to say: The younger brother anger brushes the sense of existence.

About ten o'clock for the second (?)

Maybe.