I walked towards the White Tiger Hall. After everyone let me in, they blocked the door to prevent the people brought by the Tao family from suddenly attacking. The Tao family quickly left with the eldest son of the Tao family.
I returned to Baihu Hall, took off my clothes, and then Liang Qian worriedly applied medicine to me and asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital. At that time, I looked at her and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's just a small injury."
,It's fine."
Liang Qian sighed helplessly, and then said: "I really don't understand why you men are fighting and killing every day. Wouldn't it be nice to live a peaceful life? I don't even know when I die."
After hearing what she said, I didn't answer, but I was thinking about one thing, that is, what she said seemed to make sense. Why do we men always go out to kill people? Wouldn't it be nice to live a stable life?
, what exactly are we drawing? Then I remembered the idea that came to mind when I went out to meet Tao Yuxuan - once a person steps on this road, he can't get out.
Can't get out?
I don’t know whether I really can’t get out or I just don’t want to get out. No one knows because no one has ever done it.
What is the reason for a man to live? Is he working hard for himself or for others?
Is it to win a smile from a beauty?
Night, late at night.
Through the window, I looked at the dark night. On the blue sky, there were no stars or moon. A few dark clouds were low and heavy, with a suffocating pressure. The wind of late autumn was wrapped in cold air and penetrated.
Every corner, including the clothes on my body.
The day is finally a little cold, a slightly cold wind blows melodiously and floats, the fragrance is overflowing, and the fragrance becomes more and more as time goes by, a quiet melody sounds leisurely, like a dream, the mountains are high and the water is far away...
..
Who was singing softly? Who was complaining? Who was playing the sad solo? But it turned out that it was Liang Qian who turned on the stereo.
She walked up slowly and gently, and then asked: "What, are you homesick?"
I nodded silently: "You can have a drink with me."
She nodded, then took a bottle of champagne and drank it with me. It was still raining outside the window.
"The countryside must be very busy now, right?" I said calmly.
Liang Qian looked at me: "Are you from the countryside too?"
In fact, she doesn't know where I come from, just like I don't know where she comes from.
"You must be very busy, you have already harvested the crops." Liang Qian said and drank a drink. The two of them just sat and drank, missing their hometown.
Spring flowers, autumn moon, it is unforgettable to look back at my hometown. There are no spring flowers, and the moon cannot be found.
The breeze, the cold rain, the years are ruthless and the beauty is thin. The people around me are in their prime of youth like flowers.
I still remember the old days, when I visited the college, the traffic was busy, and it was like a dream. I slowly raised the glass of wine, and found that my hands were shaking a little, and then I drank it down violently. Thousands of sadness flowed into my stomach in an instant.
The miserable wind and cold rain, the wine that fills my heart with sadness, and the longing for each other. The scenes of water, sky, fragrant grass, long smoke and sunset have disappeared, but only the swallows are still there, and I have no plan to return home.
The music is still playing rhythmically, and I don’t know how many songs have been changed, how many words have passed? No one can understand the white song, and who can listen when the strings of the piano are broken? High-rise buildings, desolate human feelings, leaning against the window and looking far away, billowing clouds and Tao's house
where?
On the battlefield, Yue Fei stood tall and stared, then shed tears silently. Two lines of clear tears fell down unconsciously, hitting the cold armor. What on earth was it? It could make such a man bleed without crying.
The hero shed tears, is he also missing his hometown?
The shame of the family and the country, the hatred of the ministers, the concern for the country, the tears of ecstasy, a different kind of charm, a different kind of poignancy. Yue Fei left his hometown for all these reasons, and for me, why...
My parents are here. If you don’t travel far away, you must travel well. What is my reason?
Perhaps what Fan Zhongyan longs for is just a sound sleep and a dream to return to his hometown, where his relatives are waiting for his return in rich clothes...
The rain falls so quickly, with such lingering resentment, as if whispering, as if complaining, so gentle, so affectionate. The wandering is painful, the nostalgia is intense, the heart is thousands of miles away, and the soul is sad.
, the more I miss my hometown, the deeper and more poignant it is, who is it? Without any words, I just listen with my ears. Have you ever heard the voice of your heart?
"Actually, I miss home too." Liang Qian suddenly said, "Do you also read?" She looked at a book on my table, and her voice was like the sound of rain outside the window, and she whispered softly:
"Then you also believe in love, right?"
I nodded: "I didn't believe it before, but then I believed it again."
She put down the wine glass and began to recite softly: "My hair first touched my forehead, and I played in front of the door with flowers, and the man came riding a bamboo horse, and went around the bed to get green plums." After reciting, she drank another glass, and she seemed to have some faint resentment.
I looked at her and said, "Yeah, how many people yearn for the innocence of childhood sweethearts?" But I was thinking in my heart:
"I would like to be a winged bird in heaven, and a twig on earth." How many people lament the infatuation of a life and death bond?
Who knows the helplessness in "looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears". Who also understands the sorrow of the fleeting time in "lovers change secretly, old travels are like dreams and the heart is broken"?
Perhaps, only Li Qingzhao can have that open-minded and profound love, only she can have that firm and persistent love, only she can have that deep and hard-to-leave love, only she can have that heart-wrenching love!
However, different loves and different beauties are equally touching.
Dreams of home and country, homesickness far away, and long-lasting love between children are like the clear wind, the bright moon, and the ethereal music. As the years go by, the dust and clouds and smoke go by, the sadness becomes more and more. As the wine enters the sad heart, slowly,
The body is flowing, but no longer so cold.
"Forget it, don't drink anymore. The more you drink, the more depressed you become. Why did I meet you? You are more sentimental than me." Liang Qian put down her wine glass and suddenly said with some resentment.
I looked at her: "Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival, so it's good to miss her."
"Well?" Liang Qian looked at me, then stood up, "I'm going back first, and I'll call home tomorrow."
I originally wanted to ask her to stay with me, but when she finally left, I didn't say anything. After Liang Qian left, I fell on the armchair, feeling a little cold, wrapped myself in clothes, and drank another drink alone.
I had no intention of sleeping at all. I was just drinking wine alone and listening to the sound of rain falling outside.
※※※※※※This chapter took a lot of time, so today is the fourth update. I will have the opportunity to make up for today’s chapter.
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