Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Chapter 163: 1 fan dyed with green smoked ink (extra)

Another year of heavy snowfall.

The man in a dark green military uniform knelt on one knee beside the mausoleum, his lip already bleeding from the bite, and he didn't even notice.

He took off his white gloves, gently touched the words carved on the tombstone with his fingers, and then brushed off the snow.

It's finally fully winter.

The heavy snow that was flying all over the sky fell on the palms of my hands and melted, not seeming to be half as cold as my heart.

Why don't you explain?

His hands hung weakly at his sides, his head lowered, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his expression. You couldn't see clearly, but you could feel his sadness inexplicably.

His eyes were empty and lacked any luster.

It was as if his soul had been taken away in an instant, leaving only a walking corpse.

distinct……

He would believe whatever she said.

……

"Young Marshal, the ship has been intercepted and the tourists are surrounded at the pier. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

The guard behind him spoke cautiously.

Even Pei Xinyuan didn't dare to express her anger. She seemed to want to comfort her, but she didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only keep her mouth shut.

Like a sculpture, the man slowly moved his fingertips.

His voice was hoarse, "Go."

When they arrived at the port, they saw Qi Fenglan standing at the front.

Hidden behind him was a little girl in a cloak, shrinking tightly for fear of being caught back.

His face was pale.

The ship had already sailed a certain distance, but was suddenly intercepted and had to return. Everyone was very frightened.

The dark green military boots stepped on the snow, making a path. Under the low brim of the hat, there were eyebrows as cold as frost and snow, handsome and clear.

Qi Fenglan protected the little girl behind him and handed him a letter.

The man squinted his eyes and did not answer, but his cold eyes slowly fell on him.

Qi Fenglan said cautiously, "After you finish reading this, please let us go."

He sneered slowly, as if he wanted to see what it was, so he took it casually.

There is only one line of text on it.

But his movements froze for a moment.

A long time, a long time.

The snow is getting tighter, and goose-feather-like snow falls from the sky, tightly touching each other, leaving no gaps.

He folded the letter and had no intention of returning it.

Pei Jiu turned around and whispered, "Let them get on the boat."

"Yes!" the guard responded respectfully.

But I felt uneasy.

Why does the young marshal's voice sound like he is about to cry?

How could their young commander, the leader they worshiped, cry?

Maybe he heard wrongly.

Back to the cold tombstone, this time he was alone.

The ends of his eyes were wet and red, and the fingers hanging on his sides were already red from the cold, and the fingertips seemed weak.

Silently, tears streaked down her cheeks and fell to the ground, melting the snow into a small hole.

"Lu Jian." His voice was hoarse and really sounded like crying.

"I……"

He doesn't talk about hate, nor does he talk about love. Perhaps he can hardly distinguish between these two emotions.

On the letter paper is her handwriting.

she writes.

——Pei Jiu, this is what I want.

……

Many years later, Master Qi returned to China with his only apprentice to settle down.

He is old and has stopped performing on stage.

On the contrary, his female apprentice became famous and became another famous female disciple after Qi Fenglan.

Both inside and outside the play, whether true or false, are all broken in the wind with the desolate singing.

She was sitting upright under the dressing table, and the child behind her was removing the accessories on her head.

Looking at the actors in the bronze mirror, the child behind him squinted his eyes and smiled, "Miss Huai, our next performance is going to Sujiang City~"

Sujiang City...

The woman known as "Girl Huai" gently touched the table with her fingers and remained silent without speaking.

Suddenly, the tears rolled down silently.

There was no warning, and it was extremely turbulent.

"Hey, girl?" The child panicked.

Miss Huai just wiped away her tears with trembling fingers.

Sister Jian, I miss you.

I haven't finished singing that song "Xi Shi Returns to Vietnam" for you.

……

There will be people who will go away with the wind,

Walking through a pear orchard and making noise,

Realizing that the world is at a loss,