Rogue with a knife on the right

Bullets roared through the chambers, blood spattered, and the infantrymen in the front fell like this, and those behind advanced over their bodies, kept being shot, kept falling, until at last someone broke into the siege, and was immediately strangled by the siege.

There are broken blades all over the mountains and plains.

The Jinling City is still full of flowers, so splendid that it is cruel.The smell of blood in the Qinhuai River became more and more serious day by day, but the gunpowder smoke had not yet spread.Spring besieged the city.Those outside want to come in, but those inside cannot get out.

The busiest business these days is the brothel. Since the war started, the number of prostitutes has increased dramatically overnight, and both sides of the Qinhuai River have resumed the grand occasion of Chaoge Yexian.

The drizzle was misty, mottled the shadows of the lights, and the boats that blew and sang were constantly coming and going.A woman smoking alone stands at the door of the gaudy brothel, looking up at the rain falling in the night sky, and the carmine nails knocking off the soot.On the other side, a few prostitutes were soliciting customers, and drunken men staggered into the bead curtain in the midst of frolicking.The silhouettes of men and women having sex are reflected in the colored windows upstairs, and obscene laughter and sobs flow from the cracks in the paper. They mix with the sound of rain and become part of the night.

Five days have passed since Han Jingye left.It was inconvenient for Huadao to stay in the Hou Mansion, so he went around and went to Huajie again.He doesn't hug women, he just lets them play the piano and sing, and sleeps with his clothes on.Every night, he habitually searched for the remaining scent of that person in his hair, so they met again and again in the dream maze.Han Jing nightclub stood under a huge cherry blossom tree. He had never seen such a beautiful person, but he couldn't bear to touch it when he stretched out his hand.

Lovesickness is so worrying.

This body should turn into night dew,

The field is gone.

Where the grass and leaves are green in his years,

Facing the wind, who has more worries?

Give you a night to wait for the grass,

A total of high mountains tonight.

Who in the world can last long?

Flowers till the end of spring,

Drunkenness, dreaming and death are no longer there.

......

When the geisha sang this, Huashima, who was dozing off, knocked his teeth to his lower teeth and woke up suddenly.

"Ah." He took out a pack of cigarettes: "I'll go outside for a while."

It was still a bit chilly at night, and a gray figure hurried past on the aisle with purple gauze curtains floating.Huashima was about to light a fire, but he knocked off the cigarette just like that.

"Excuse me, sir."

The man helped him pick up the cigarette, the star badge on the cuff flashing.

Huashima suspected that he had read it wrong, but suddenly found that the cigarette in his hand was strange.He instinctively opened the thin paper wrapping the tobacco, only to see a line of small words printed on the inside:

See you at Qili Teahouse in Qingliang Mountain at six o'clock tomorrow. ——Dongfeng

In the middle of the small teahouse early in the morning, Li Youzhi, dressed in coarse cloth, was really unrecognizable by Huadao.The man rubbed his dirty hands and said hello briefly.

"It's so hot right now that I've had a hard time getting into town." He seemed to justify his poor attire.

"Like I said, I won't do anything for you anymore, and I'll retire from the arena from now on."

"Then why come here?"

"Because I'm lonely." Hua Dao poured a cup of tea and sighed softly at the same time.

Li Youzhi looked at him thoughtfully, and took out a letter from his sleeve: "Please hand it to Han Yucheng, please?"

Huashima smiled and said, "What is this?"

"Important letter. It concerns the lives of many, many people." He pinched the slightly wrinkled edge of the envelope.

"Since it's so important, why don't you ask me to do it?"

"Because only you can get in touch with Han Yucheng." Li Youzhi said.

Huashima was suddenly stung by these words.

Li Youzhi observed his expression and was not in a hurry. After a long silence, he handed over a cigarette: "Smoke?"

The two walked to the mountain, the dawn sky was black and blue, with remnant stars dotted, and there was a white light on the distant horizon, like a warrior's cold knife.

At the foot of the mountain, the city revealed its appearance in the twilight, and Huadao suddenly felt unspeakably desolate.He watched the sunrise on the top of Penglai Island, but it was a completely different feeling. The sunrise there made people feel full of vigor, but in this city, there was an ancient sadness|color at sunrise.

"How did Mr. Wu die?" Huashima asked.

"At noon on the third day of the Shanghai Uprising, in order to protect the students, he was stabbed through the heart with a knife." Li Youzhi also lit a cigarette: "The teacher is buried on his favorite Dongli Mountain, from where you can see the Huangpu River... ...do you want to go and see him?"

"I?"

Li Youzhi smiled, years and long wars also left traces on this young man's face, pulling the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes: "Speaking of which, Mr. Wu has always liked you. Probably because you rescued that young man from Fu Tian's hands." The boy who stole the buns, Mr. Wu said, it is very precious to have such a heart in this era."

Huashima said nothing.

"Since you are willing to save that boy, why don't you open your eyes and see the thousands of people who have fallen into the darkness?" He pointed to the city filled with gunpowder, "How many people are waiting to be rescued... ..."

Hanashima's finger touched the star badge in the corner of the pocket, and was pricked by the sharp corner.

Li Youzhi handed the letter to him: "This may be our last hope."

Zhongshan Houhou Mansion.

Seeing Huashima approaching, the black cat immediately rubbed against his calf, meowing affectionately.Han Yucheng, Marquis of Zhongshan, raised his head and said, "Oh! I remember your name is Huadao, right? Look, all my cats recognize you."

Huashima ruthlessly handed the letter to the old man, and turned around to leave.

"Stop." The old Hou Ye's voice was not loud but very intimidating, and then he said with a smile: "You didn't go back to the north with the night, so do you have a place to live in Jinling?"

"Huh?" Huashima was puzzled for a moment.

"Let's just live here for a few days. The Hou's Mansion is such a big place, it's so deserted, and you just happen to accompany me, an old man in his dying years." He held a cup of tea, didn't drink it, but seemed to cover his hands with it Yes, my back is stooped.

Considering her ambiguous position, Huashima still refused.He heard the old man behind him sigh in disappointment, but he didn't expect that the next time he saw Han Yucheng would be the day he committed suicide in front of the Wu Temple.

Looking back on that day in late spring and early summer many years later, it still makes people shudder.It was a day destined to go down in history.The drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River kept falling, and the old man changed into a bright red dress and lit all the candles in the Wu Temple.

Huadao didn't know what the Republican Party wrote to him, but in short, Han Yuchen made a decision that no one expected-Kaicheng.

That day, hundreds of soldiers poured into Jinling, and everyone put down their weapons.They gathered towards the Temple of Martial Arts, and surrounded the Hou's mansion for several miles.

Huadao was also in the crowd and was lucky enough to squeeze into the front row.

A little girl beside him asked her father, "What is Kaicheng?"

"Kasong means surrender."

"Then will we be killed?"

"No, we can survive." The man hugged the girl tightly and shed two lines of dirty tears.

Han Yucheng walked out of the hall amidst discussions, and stood at the top of the stone steps. His red clothes were so glaring as to be ridiculous, his white hair was combed into a high bun and fixed with a sandalwood hairpin.

He cleared his throat first, but there was still a lot of noise underneath, some shouting "Long live, thousand years", and of course there were endless scolding, several guards of the Hou Mansion had to use their knives to maintain order a little bit, Huadao caught a glimpse of Ah Chun In it, tears dripped down in strings.

"Sorry, I am late."

The old man's slightly hoarse low voice flowed into the drizzle, and in an instant, everything was silent.

"I didn't come here today to beg everyone's forgiveness, but to say something to everyone present - you have worked hard."

He said: "From the day the war started, I saw hundreds of compatriots shed blood and died. Among them were warriors from the Dahe Dynasty, students from the Revolutionary Party, and unarmed civilians... I know that many people joined the war just to survive. I saw children less than ten years old pick up guns, I saw students who should have been school age lying in a pool of blood, and I saw many soldiers who did not have enough food and clothing to save money. Send the military salary back to the hometown - life should be happy, right? Everyone hopes to have a peaceful country and a beautiful family. However, the world has only brought us desolation.

To be honest, I hate war too.Both of my sons died in the field, but as a warrior I have always had to fight.Today, I don't want to fight anymore. "

A look of relief appeared on his old face.

"Jinling is the old capital of Dahe. Since the Six Dynasties, all the essence of the south has been condensed here. There are glazed pagodas, ten temples, white horse gardens, and Arctic Pavilion. Since the ancestors were named Zhongshanhou, the Han family How can I bear to see my compatriots fighting each other here even though my ancestors swore to protect it from the flames of war? I am old and I am not important, but I cannot bear to see any young life end hastily because of the war .

I understand that my decision will hurt the hearts of some samurai. Many of them are the most loyal and proud samurai who have followed me all the way. I am sorry that I cannot continue to fight today, but I implore you to obey me Order.As a prince, my behavior is undoubtedly treason; as a warrior, I also betrayed the soul of the warrior, so scold me!At the same time, please allow me to apologize in the oldest way-"

Thinking of this, Han Yucheng drew his sword and faced the God of War.

No one dared to move, everyone was fixed by some kind of force, standing in place like a sculpture.

"Today, I, Han Yucheng, do not ask for great congratulations for generations to come, nor do I ask for a full house of descendants of the Han family, but only for the common people to avoid suffering, and finally reach the other side of the light!"

After the words fell, Han Yucheng closed his eyes, and the blade of "Dream Fire" wiped his neck.Everyone saw a bright red figure fall down.

Silent.

It's over, it's over.Who will this city belong to tomorrow?His old master has left, leaving only an unsolvable ancient temple.

I don't know who started it first, people knelt down one by one, and then, the whole city fell silently on the ground.The sound of the rain suddenly became louder, and Huashima was in a trance like most people. The shock brought by death made him suddenly realize how small and humble he was.

When the drizzle stopped and the setting sun pierced through the clouds and mist and fell on everyone like holy light, some people gradually sang in the crowd:

Aoyama is young

spring breeze

White-haired people cross Xichuan

drunk

cuff jiangnan rain

Eyebrow Mobei Cream

return is also a guest

The Return of the Old Mo[1]

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Far north, a world of ice and snow.

This year is weird.Even though summer is approaching, this place is still covered in ice and snow for thousands of miles. Even the ice layer on the lake seems to be thickening.No one can explain the abnormality of the seasons, but attribute it to ghosts and gods.

"The Ice Age." The old man in the team said, "The Ice Age is coming."

A green lantern guard put on a cigarette, tried several times but failed to light it, so he had to spit and curse.

Han Jingye wrapped his scarf and exhaled pale smoke.

His heart trembled weakly at that moment, and a strong premonition suddenly hit his heart.

"My father is dead." He thought to himself, looking south.

There are six ancient archways standing alone, and the railway tracks pass by.A group of crows hovered for a long time, their hoarse crows were blown away by the strong wind.

[1] Unofficial history records that when he was young, Han Yucheng, Marquis of Zhongshan, traveled around the south of the Yangtze River and composed the song "Song of Ruddy Wine in Red Clothes", which was widely sung by the people.

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