Under the gently swaying firelight, the letter read like this:
"...It has been almost a year since we parted ways in the south. I don't know what has become of your family now, and whether you are still as willful as before. After we parted, I could occasionally get some news from you.
I know about your side of things, but I don’t know the details. I’m not in a good position to inquire more about your affairs, which will bring you trouble. Of course, I know you can always understand.
What's the big picture.
The road ahead is not easy. This is something we have already agreed on, so even if you have a difficult journey, I will not comfort you. Since I returned home, the development of various things has not been as smooth as expected.
I've gone through some troubles, big and small, but don't worry, I've settled them all one by one. Many enemies have died in my hands. I'm afraid you have heard some things about how powerful I am. Anyway, you
You knew it early on, right?"
When her eyes saw the sentence "I won't comfort you", the girl under the fire wrinkled her nose. She didn't need comfort, but in fact, the sentence "I won't comfort you" in a sense,
But it was as if the man was gently touching the top of her head, giving her a comforting feeling, making her feel that something refreshing had entered her heart. When she saw the narcissistic "Isn't it right?" she couldn't help but
He laughed, much like laughing at the other person.
"I don't know..." she said softly.
"... Now I have just established a foothold here, and I think you are too. My friend from the north brought me news about you, what you are going to do now. What happened to your father many years ago. I really want to come and see you.
You, but the situation does not allow it. Now he may have told you my opinion. I also know that even if you finish listening, you will not leave. So I just want to make my expectations clear to you.
As timid as I am, I know that sometimes in life, some things cannot be retreated. Now is the time when you feel that you cannot retreat. I agree. Agua, morality, faith, and determination are all very good things. Many times,
Even at great risk, we should not abandon them, and I do not intend to let you abandon them. That is the you I knew back then. I just want to remind you to remember what you are doing at all times.
Think about the difference between danger and death.
I really want to know how your business in the south has developed. Even if it has just started, I am looking forward to seeing what they look like today.
I can remember the way you looked when we talked about these things in those days. You smiled happily. Now I want to admit to you that I felt guilty in my heart at that time. You are a smart person, maybe after we parted
You will realize at that moment that my enthusiasm for this matter is actually not enough. The reason for this is not because it is a lie. It is because I understand the difficulty.
What you want is a unified world where everyone can be independent and confident, where everyone has the ability and the opportunity to seize their own destiny. It may be possible to exist. But before reaching that step, what is needed may be a generation
People, generations or even dozens of generations have made unimaginable sacrifices. I don’t have high hopes for this, but you chose to do it, even if you are smart and understand how difficult it is.
This is what you are going to do, but please forgive me for staying out of it. I am equally powerful and chose another imminent matter to deal with. I have imagined your failure countless times. For one reason or another, I only
I have left you a trace of luck in my heart. Maybe there is a one in ten thousand chance. Many years later, you have overcome many difficulties. I can see that the seeds you planted have begun to sprout, and that is what I want to see most.
A glimmer of possibility.
That possibility, just like the accident you are facing now, I want to remind you of the difference between danger and death. You are very smart, but after all, you are young, energetic, energetic and angry. You will think of what your father went through. You
You will see the plight of those losers, and you will see the enemies you want to kill no matter what. You can rush over to take risks, but you cannot rush over to die. Don't be impulsive.
Taking the risk of death to fight for the slimmest chance of victory is the attitude towards doing things. But trying to let yourself die in the face of the risk of death is just the act of a coward.
There may already be many such people around you, including the friend who came from the north. I am afraid that they have already made such preparations in their hearts. If you are smart enough, you can see this clearly. I have no intention of blaming these people.
Not brave enough. There will always be times in life when they feel tired and powerless. Sometimes they feel that those who survive will be criticized by thousands of people and despised by others or themselves. They will feel that surviving is even more humiliating. They would rather
They died a worthy death and became a good man again eighteen years later. These people have more courage than ordinary people, but it is not enough.
An immature person will die bravely for great things, and a mature person will live humiliatingly for great things. What matters is not the meaning of survival, but whether things are done well in the end.
As for me, I have said so much. I don’t know if you understand, but the last few words I want to say are not actually great things. In the whole matter, what I said is actually more
Most of it is for my selfishness. Whether it is this matter or the things you want to do in the future, you can take risks, go all out, and do your best to find a chance to win. But you will definitely experience failure. If you fail
, you stay alive for me.
Until then, please survive.
Come to me.
This is what I really want to say privately. What I also want to say is: Don’t think this statement makes your head hot. This is the cold reality. All big things cannot be done by one person. If I fail
Now, I will go to you and ask for your help. We have worshiped heaven and earth, and you are mine. Even if I lie to you, we are still partners, and there is no shame in that."
The signature is very arrogant and bad.
There is a postscript afterwards: "Look at that friend, don't let him die, let those who deserve to live live."
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The mountain breeze blew over, and the girl sitting under the firelight read the letter once. She read it again, and the expression on her face occasionally changed. But in the end, the restless atmosphere lingering around her calmed down, and she looked at the words on the letter paper.
The handwriting makes her want to laugh sometimes, but her eyes are still calm. The letter is like the knife in her arms. Even though it has a cold breath, it makes her feel peaceful. The flame is burning hot in her heart, but it does not
spread to the mind.
After reading the letter over and over again, she sat for a while and then slowly stood up. The scenery under the mountain, the undulating mountains in the night, and the spreading roads and rivers were all shrouded in the clear light of the stars and moon.
She tilted her head and smiled, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Damn man... Ning Yi..." She regretted that his name was not written in the letter.
But she finally returned to the hut. She took out a long box, put the big knife in it, and then tied it behind her back. After walking not far, she found Du Sha. Chen Fan was also here, whispering to Fang Shuchang and others.
Talking. When the watermelon came, everyone came closer.
"Uncle Du, take out the map. I want to take a look around here... We have now crossed the Yangtze River, and this side is the territory of the government. The further we go, the harder it will be to escape. No matter whether we can rescue Commander Fo or whether we can kill him,
Both Tie Tianying and Zong Feixiao must first think about their options..." She paused at this point and added, "Think more clearly."
In the past few days, Fang Baihua and others have been driving the team escorting Fang Qifu to Beijing to the north. Although they have not encountered any major crises, everyone knows that the situation is not optimistic.
Tie Tianying and Zong Feixiao, the two chiefs of the Criminal Department, have an obvious plan to arrest the head. Although they have never taken action against people like Fang Baihua, every step to the north and they fall into the government, the deeper the area where aristocratic families are concentrated.
Once the other party takes action, it will be harder to escape. They also use a conspiracy that makes their attitude clear. Even if you come to rescue them before entering Beijing, with each passing day, it will be harder for you to escape.
Fang Qifu had a wide circle of friends back then, but the people he can gather now are all former direct descendants of Fang La or people from the martial arts who had friendly relationships with Fang Qifu. For them, even if there is little hope, it is moral to save Fang Qifu.
There are some people with upright temperaments, and at worst they will be "a good guy again after eighteen years." What Fang Baihua hopes is to really find a chance from the opponent's formation, eat the bait, throw the hook back, and at the same time make herself sink deeper and deeper.
Coming deeper and deeper.
Liu Xigua and others can naturally see this clearly, but based on Fang Qifu's friendship with Ba Daoying, this matter is enough to make their heads boil. At this time, Xigua can regain a little calmness, and everyone
This allowed him to think more. Over there, Chen Fan clasped his hands in front of his chest. Only then could he laugh. He looked at the girl rather strangely, and Xigua glared back at her sharply.
After all, the two did not fight here. Du Sha brought the map and everyone studied it for a while. After some ideas, Xigua asked Fang Shuchang to find some pens, inks, paper and inkstones. When she left, Chen Fan came over and said, "I suddenly became very angry."
I'm curious as to what Ning Yi wrote in his letter."
"Go away! Otherwise, let's have a fight!" Xigua raised his chin, but Chen Fan knew that the familiarity and kindness in his eyes were already there in the past. He stopped, folded his hands in front of him, and turned his head.
The head smiled. Xigua knew that he was laughing at him and walked away unhappily.
Chen Fan stood there for a while, watching Watermelon's back walking toward the other end of the mountain road. He looked up at the light and shadow in the sky, then at the light and shadow at the bottom of the mountain. He smiled and said to himself: "I should have peeked."
After a while, he sighed and whispered softly and repeated: "It's time to peek..."
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Back in the dilapidated hut, Xigua found a place to sit down, then set up the wooden box containing the knife as a table. After grinding the ink, she looked outside the door: "Waiting for you to cry and beg when things go wrong."
Let me help..."
Then I held the brush and thought for a while.
What?
She was quite resentful about Ning Yi's name of Agua. She thought about it for a long time, and it was obvious that calling him Acha would be advantageous... I don't know when, she put pen to paper.
"Asha." She wrote the title, then took out Ning Yi's letter and took a look at it.
"Seeing the words is like seeing the face..."
It was a cold starry night, and at the moment when the girl, one of the members of the fool duo, was sitting at her desk writing a letter, a huge and silent black curtain was approaching, overwhelmingly surrounding the people in this small world.
A few days later, the first thing Ning Yi received in Muyuan County was not the letter from the girl, but the news that the last team in the Yongle Dynasty, led by Fang Baihua, had finally fallen into a murderous situation...