Rogue with a knife on the right

"Summer is fleeting, spend time in vain

In the world of fireworks, life is like a duckweed

Life is like a thread, like summer cicadas, like dew in the wild; it is empty, it is a dream, it is loneliness, it is plum blossoms covered with snow.The people in the deep palace, the people on the battlefield, the people on the way home, and the people who are parting are nothing but the dust that shakes off in the blink of an eye.

Since I was 20 years old, I began to gradually believe in fate, and I felt a huge constraint in the dark, just like the wind blowing and swirling fallen leaves, no one can escape.We are engulfed by this unprovoked wind and hurried towards death.

Looking back on this not-so-great life, I really feel hasty and regretful, but the only comforting thing is meeting you, that is all the warmth I have to resist the harsh winter of the rest of my life.

You probably don't know, Huadao, in fact, Kaifeng and I have never been lovers.

Maybe there was a chance...Under the cherry tree, he asked me, but I refused, because we are always kings and ministers, and we can only be kings and ministers forever.At that time, I didn't expect that just two sentences of question and answer had exhausted all the courage between us.

Later, I watched him get married, watched him ascend the throne, watched him be in love with others, and watched him sink into pain and cannot extricate himself.I often wonder if there were voluntary factors in his death. If so, there must be my fault.

I'm so sorry, I've spent every day since he left.Sometimes this is indeed the case. People only know how to cherish when they lose it. I frantically searched for all ways to reverse the destiny, and I did not hesitate to give up the most important right hand to the person holding the knife.So, you must live on, if possible, please forget about me.

Sorry for venting a lot of my feelings on you.It would be great if I met you in the first place.

But I can't go back...

Gathering and parting end sometimes, falling flowers and water flowing by itself.

Stay away now, don't read it.

There must be a reunion period. "

Under Lingxi's door, Hua Dao let go, and the thin letter paper was swept away by the wind.

"This is what the general gave you—!" One person chased after him, and he recognized that it was Jiannan.

Only this time, both of them were covered in cuts and bruises, exuding the choking smell of smoke.

"Division No. 12 is ordered not to attack the warriors in the imperial city." Huashima ordered.

Jiannan rushed to nothing, then collapsed on his knees in the snow.

"Let me in."

Jiannan didn't answer.So Huashima led his troops through the long Lingxi Gate, and folded down the flags of the United Army one by one.

"Go save the captain!"

Behind him, the young warrior suddenly shouted, and his voice echoed in the doorway.

"Please! Get him out!"

In the depths of the palace, Han Jingye was walking towards the ancient cherry tree.He always comes here unknowingly.

Cherry blossoms fall like rain, and a pool of red remains. This inch of land still maintains the ancient tranquility, and there is no star or half of fire.

"I have a question to ask His Royal Highness, what is your ideal?"

"I want to start a peaceful and prosperous world without wars, so that Dahe will no longer be invaded by foreign countries, and the people will live and work in peace and contentment, and be happy and healthy... One day we will be able to do it, and no one will dare to look down on Dahe on that day .” 13 years ago, Kaifeng stood under the tree, brushing the petals of his hair, without leaving his fingers, touching his cheek softly and firmly:

"Would you like to come with me?"

Like a small stone thrown into the quiet center of the pool, with a plop, thousands of sprays are thrown out.

The young man didn't know love and hate, but the hazy feelings tormented every inch of his nerves, causing unreasonable pain.Han Jingye wanted to say that he was willing, that thousands of mountains and rivers were willing, but his body couldn't help pulling away, and he knelt down on one knee.

"You are the crown prince, and I am your minister. I will do my best to realize your highness' ideal."

His eyes moved slightly, and he said with a sense of loss, "Really?" Then he put his hands into his sleeves.

Five months later, the prince got married.

The wedding dress is like fire, the earrings are shaking, and the hem of the dress embroidered with gorse is winding.

She is the eldest lady of the Jiang family, all the words to describe beauty can be piled up on her, she can afford it.

Her peerless face was half hidden behind the curtain of golden beads, and the gold flakes reflected the dazzling sunlight and swayed slightly with her footsteps.Nineteen strips of colorful satin hang down from the wedding dress, each with a silver bell tied at the tail, the sound is clear and crisp.

Stunning.

She walked down the long corridor covered with scarlet carpet, and everyone looked at her.Han Jing was among the guests at night, with a rather gloomy face.

On the steps at the end of the road, the bridegroom officer was waiting for her.

Dressed in bright red, with a graceful smile on his face.He held the bride's hand tightly, and everyone praised them as a match made in heaven.

Han Jingye drank a lot of wine and could barely stand up. He understood too late that everything was over.All he can do is to protect the rivers and mountains for him, get rid of the culprits for him, put his own life in danger again and again, fantasizing that maybe death in battle is the best ending.However, he never expected that Kaifeng would leave first.

He begged many people hard, but no one offered a helping hand.After failing to rob the execution ground, he was imprisoned in Qinghe Palace.Unwilling, he broke through obstacles and ran and ran in the imperial city until he lost all his strength and fell to the ground.

When he woke up under the cherry blossom tree, it had been an unknown amount of time, and a white deer was staring at him quietly.The boy stretched out his hand to stroke the soft fur, and it gently licked his teardrops.

The white deer walked through the path covered with petals and over the grass, guiding the boy to a place.

A ruined palace lay in the wild grass.Han Jingye suddenly recognized that this was where the legendary "Zhu Si" was located, so he knelt down for six days and six nights.

At dusk on the seventh day, the boy in red finally appeared.

"If you don't come to see you again, will you wait?" Zhu Si's voice fluttered in the wind like a long twisted thread.

"Yes." He said without blinking.

Director Zhu sighed: "There is an island in the East China Sea called "Penglai", and there are old immortals on the island, who control hundreds of birds and ferry the dead.You go to him. "

At the end, I would like to remind you: "Fate is hard to break, do you insist on this?"

......

Now, Han Jingye walked under the cherry tree again.He felt a strong sense of fate.

There is a person standing under the tree, who seems to have been waiting for a long time.

It was Yin Qingxuan.

He raised his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and the breeze lifted his sleeves and black hair.At the moment of the end of the old dynasty, it is rare that there is no tension between the two, and everything is briefly blown away by the wind.

"It seems that the third young master also likes this place very much." Yin Qingxuan said: "When I was a child, I came here for the first time. I saw His Highness the Crown Prince dancing swords with you under the flower tree. I was very envious. Unfortunately, Linggu Pavilion didn't accept me. I went back to Yanzhou. You probably don’t remember these things, but in your impression, the first time you saw me was probably on the battlefield.”

Han Jingye was silent, so he continued: "For some reason, I don't care about the war today, so I just want to come here. Maybe it's time to settle everything."

A tree full of flowers swayed like a grand ceremony.The trenches of time and time unfold infinitely before the eyes, magnificent and pure.

Han Jingye understood what Yin Qingxuan meant.

His eyes were as calm as water, he took a deep breath, slowly drew the knife, and discarded the sheath.

"Come on." Yin Qingxuan then drew out two short knives, and opened and closed his bright lips.

The era started by the sword will end with the sword.

......

The moment the two started to swing their knives, the world was startled.

Yin Qingxuan's saber technique was like a raging fire, and Han Jingye ruthlessly sliced ​​them open one by one, as cold as ice.

Murderous intent is everywhere, the waves are turbulent, and the sword energy cuts down waves like rain and broken flowers. The petals fall from the hair to the clothes, and then fall to the ground after turning around.The silver-white and sharp knife light flashed past, setting off a gust of wind, howling and crimson cherry blossoms dancing wildly.

clang--!

Following the fatal blow, Yin Qingxuan's short knife fell out of his hand, and Quen Xue pierced straight into his chest.

"Hmm..." The man's face was filled with pain and surprise, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell towards Han Jingye suddenly.So the knife stabbed him deeper, pierced through the back, and the entire blade was covered with blood.

"Do you think I'm willing to betray my country? I'm just...unwilling." He muttered to himself.

Yin Qingxuan rested on his shoulder, his eyes drooped, and a petal was attached to his eyelashes.Han Jingye closed his eyes and pulled Suixue away from his body.

swipe-

"Thank you, I'm finally free." The man swayed drunkenly, then fell on his back, smiling relievedly.

The moment he fell, a grenade rolled out of his palm.

Boom-!

Crashed!

Han Jingye was pushed far away by the sudden heat wave and hit the stone wall.Then, he felt the black tide rolling in, a wave tossed him over, and countless hands on the bottom of the sea pulled and swallowed him.

He is sinking.

The old song in my mind quietly sounded again:

The scarlet charm burns brightly, worry invades my heart;

It is better to return to the hometown than to raise the lanterns and fold the flowers to cross the gods.

Where to find the ghost under the spring, the fate of the previous life is not exhausted;

The flowers are scattered and the bottom is falling, and the bell and chime sound in the spare time.

......

"Captain! Captain!"

On the way gradually being drawn into the deepest part of darkness, someone's hand grabbed him.

When Huadao found Han Jingye, he was submerged in rubble, blood flowed down his hanging arms, and fell to the ground drop by drop.He lay there without saying a word, the corner of his mouth was pursed with determination, and his long knife was inserted into the ruins like a monument.

"team leader!"

Huashima shook his shoulder vigorously, her voice softened, and she called out in infinite sorrow: "Captain..."

The man had a weak reaction, and his fingers trembled.

"You fucking...wake up!"

Perhaps because of sensing tears falling, Han Jingye's Adam's apple twitched, and he opened his eyes as if waking up from a dream, and then felt himself being rubbed into a firm embrace with a throbbing heart.

Is it a dream?he asked silently.

Huashima hugged him tightly, and said close to his ear, "I finally found you." Fingers ran through his hair.

That temperature and touch, and painful breathing

——It turns out that this is living.

When he looked at him, his amber eyes were illuminated by the flames, like stars twinkling.

"I'll take you away."

Han Jingye cried, crying with all his tears for more than 20 years. "Hua, Island." With difficulty, he let the call break through his hoarse throat, and grabbed the man's collar tightly.

The two embraced each other in the deep palace.

The fire was spreading, and the cherry tree was burned into a huge torch, standing proudly in the wind.

Between the snowflakes and the flames, between the sky and the temple, suddenly, a group of birds spread their wings and rushed to the sky.Magnificent.

"You always say that I am a prison bird, but in fact, you are the one who is really imprisoned."

The shadow of the flying bird is reflected in the pupil, Huadao said to Han Jingye.

Ryan '11, Winter.

The Dahe Dynasty, which lasted for more than three hundred years, finally collapsed.

Two years later.

"Old Ma, are things packed? I'm leaving." Huadao honked the horn.

The man in the khaki military uniform checked the tires a few more times, then pulled the hood of the car and shouted, "Okay!"

Huadao put the gear on and was about to start, when suddenly someone knocked on the window.

"Wait a minute." The voice was very quiet, unhurried.

Huashima waited for him.

The man opened the car door and got up, took a seat in the co-pilot position, and put the two guns against the door wall.

"Is the captain coming too?" Huashima looked at him and smiled, showing two beautiful canine teeth.

"Let's go," he said.

The truck started whirring, and the wheels made long and unrestrained marks on the yellow sand.

As the camp gradually moved away, the man suddenly said, "I am no longer your captain."

Huashima held the steering wheel, didn't look at him, just answered casually: "Then what should I call you?"

Hearing this, Han Jingye turned his gaze away from the scenery outside the window, and slowly moved closer to his ear, until the earlobe blushed for a while, and then calmly opened his mouth, and whispered two words——

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Thanks to all the readers who have read this far, bows out to you.This is the end of my first article. There must be many deficiencies. I hope to go back and read it again after a while for revision. The revised version may or may not be published. Forgive me for my neurotic obsessive-compulsive disorder. Thank you again. Thank you for your tolerance.The author is a scientific research dog. He doesn’t have much time to code words, and the output is less, but every time he writes an article, he spends a lot of effort, so he probably won’t create long original articles in the short term (need to slow down haha).I know that the current market is that everyone likes to be relaxed and happy, and I like it too. In fact, I am usually a sand sculpture, but when it comes to writing, I can't always relax.I used to want to write some sweet pets, but I couldn’t continue writing after two lines, and felt that I was depraved—probably because of the idea that "writers should not be diverted by the will of readers", I am very hypocritical in this regard. (Not criticizing sweet pets!) I can't accept a very "light" self, I want to write some "heavy" words, I want to convey values ​​and some kind of private feelings, although I haven't done well, but I will work hard.

"The Bandit with the Knife on the Right" is my parody of the styles of Akira Kurosawa, Wong Kar-wai, Su Tong, Li Bihua and others. This is the end of the story of Han Jingye and Huadao. If there is a destiny, we will see you again~