Looking at the river platform, Chu Tao is sitting alone in the stone pavilion, leaning on the railing and resting.

Under the clear blue sky, the chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, some are elegant, some are warm, some are deep. The colorful brilliance is dazzling in the morning sun. Behind the rockery that goes around the path, Qin Shi and his newlyweds

My wife was strolling through the flowers, holding each other hand in hand. She picked a chrysanthemum and inserted it into the beauty's temple. Immediately, the shy smile on the other side was as bright as a cloud. Her ears and temples rubbed together, as sweet as drunkenness.

Chu Tao turned his head, smiled lightly, and looked up at the sky, where the clouds were flying and the birds were singing happily.

When the corners of her mouth raised slightly, the pain in her heart was also catching up. The woman who was playing with flowers and plants in the courtyard every day, the guilt that she didn't have the courage to face...

"Lan..." He muttered silently and pulled away from the phantom.

He stood up, wanted to drink tea, raised his arms, looked at the white gauze wrapped around his hands, and gave up. Finally, as if unwilling to do so, he hooked the handle of the teapot with his hand. The moment his fingers touched the body of the teapot, he seemed to be knocked violently.

Pushing into the abyss. It wasn't pain. What was more unbearable than the heart-piercing pain was the numbness without feeling - as if these hands were never his own.

With a bitter smile, his hand could no longer hold a cup.

A distant and long voice swayed in his ears in a trance: "The joints are broken, the tendons are severed, and it is incurable." Qi Heng bribed many famous doctors on the north coast.

Come. He had to come because of Qin Shi's face, but he left behind such words. What's more?

The reporter said that his lung meridian had been severely damaged and he could not live for more than three months. He watched Qin Shi kick these people out as if he were watching a joke, and listened to him roaring all the way: "If you don't treat it, you won't be cured. Why curse people to death?" Then he

Then he calmly advised Qin Shi: People have misfortunes and blessings every day. Living in the world, life and death, how can we not take it for granted?

He didn't know if he could only live for three months as those famous doctors had said, and he didn't care how many days they were willing to say. Even if they said he wouldn't survive the sunset, it didn't matter. But he knew one thing was true: these hands were

Wasted.

He coughed heavily, and the sound was related to the wound in his heart.

He closed his eyes, and the painful blow to his heart quickly penetrated his consciousness, causing him to fall into numbness all over his body again, sinking into the despair of dying. The cold light on the back of the axe, the flying blood, and his own fingers

The sound of broken bones lingered chaotically in his mind.

What does it mean to be useless? He had never thought about it before.

When the situation gradually calmed down and the free time filled the entire space, and he didn't know how to spend it, these two demonic words finally came to him.

With his hands gone, he can no longer play the piano. Those clear, melodious, lingering and ups and downs of the piano music have nothing to do with him from now on. He can no longer ride a horse, and that figure galloping in all directions, as light as a wild goose, has nothing to do with him from now on.

.I can no longer hold the sword. The elegant and fierce pride of bravely killing the enemy has no place to express it. All the dreams suddenly evaporated into air. It was as if this body, without any attachment, fell to the ground and became the wind.

Middle remaining leaves.

He can look down on life and death, but if the life of these hands ends suddenly, where will Chu Tao, who used to play swords, sing songs, and be unrestrained and romantic, go? Is there any reason to live anymore? Living like a walking corpse, he

He couldn't bear it for a day. But should he face death like this? A death without dignity would be even more humiliating for him.
Chapter completed!