The remnant sun is like blood.

After a loud and urgent horn, the soldiers of the enemy army stepped in a neat step, shouted 'kill' in three steps, and gradually approached calmly.

I rode on my horse in a strong suit, squinting at the dense 100,000 troops in front of me like a tide, I couldn't help but gasp, I pretended to be calm, and the hands holding the reins were all sweaty, because I knew that in the valleys on both sides there were still the most powerful black cavalry of the enemy, as long as the enemy and us fought together, the black cavalry from both wings into our army...... Countless soldiers will die here, including myself!

This is a war of great disparity, and it is also a war in which the outcome is known before the war!

However, there is no 'drop' in my dictionary! The horse leather shroud is the destination of soldiers!

I drew my sword from my waist, pointed it to the sky, and shouted, "Sons, for the sake of parents, wives and children at home, kill!"

However, I didn't wait for the deafening shouts of murder that I imagined, I hurriedly turned around, and the sword in my hand fell to the ground the moment I saw the scene behind me!

Behind me, in addition to the endless grassland, there are a few sheep gnawing on the grass!

I turned my head to look at the murderous army of 100,000 that was approaching me in unison, and I couldn't help shouting at the enemy, "I'm alone, as for me?"

Suddenly, there was a rumbling thunder in the sky, and the sky that was still clear just now was covered with black clouds in an instant, and the thunder roared endlessly, one after another, one louder than the other.

I was thinking in my heart, which was more comfortable to be killed by lightning or trampled to death by 100,000 people, suddenly, I vaguely heard a 'whoosh', and subconsciously looked at the place where the sound started, a dark arrow, the arrow was cold and light, and the target was clear and flew towards me, I only had time to shout 'I am dying!' kicked my legs...... I'm awake!

I opened my eyes, looked at the ceiling, adjusted my breathing, reviewed the dream, stabilized my mood, stretched again, moved my arms and legs, and then turned my head to look at the cheerful alarm clock that had been screaming endlessly, and when I saw the time on it, I sat up quickly, pressed the alarm clock, quickly changed my clothes, and after getting dressed neatly, I slipped my mouth in a daze, washed my face like a little water, combed a ponytail casually, grabbed my bag and rushed to the door, and after slamming the door shut, I stood at the door and was stupid for two seconds, because I was thinking, barefoot and wearing slippers to work, the police will arrest meEven if the police don't arrest me, will I be cold?

In the spring, when everything is recovering, I began to be late again.

I work in the cultural center, and I live in the community across the road from the cultural center, and it turns out that the easier things are, the easier it is to make mistakes! The reason why I am often late is because I live too close! Especially for people like me who are sleepy and squeeze out all the time to lie in bed as much as possible, they live closer, and whether they are late or not depends entirely on how many floors the elevator is on when they go out, and there are not many cars when crossing the street.

"Lin Xiyue!"

A familiar voice, the same place, the curator was waiting there with his hands behind his back, looking at me with kind eyes.

"Late again!"

He smiled kindly.

"This time, don't stick it with a brush, come to a pen to write a calligraphy, and write it...... Xu Zhimo's poetry collection. ”

He spoke in a brisk tone, and the wrinkles on his face were slightly stretched.

I bowed down and apologized sincerely, "Spring sleepy! Spring sleepy! I will overcome it in the future!" and then looked at the curator pitifully and pleaded, "Can you not be punished this time?"

"Today is March 5th, except for a weekend...... You're late for the third time this month. "The curator's voice is gentle and his eyes are kind.

But I know what he's really thinking at this moment.

Sure enough, he approached me and whispered

"Let's go home and live!"

I also whispered an answer

"Lao Lin, I'm thirty years old in three days, it's time to be independent!"

"Your independent form is special. ”

"Everyone has their own ambitions. ”

"Like ...... Is it your ambition to live like a pig?"

"I think, no matter what ambition you have, it's better than nothing!"

"Can you start with a small goal...... Like marrying yourself off first, and then working hard to live according to your life aspirations?"

"Change the requirements!"

"Your mom shed tears again last night. ”

“......”

Lao Lin, Lin Qiang, the director of our cultural center, and my father, he himself thinks he is a talent, but unfortunately, the career is not smooth, stumbling before retirement was promoted to the director, Lao Lin also issued a 'long wind and waves will be sometimes, straight to the clouds and sails to the sea' of the 'wail', anyway, I think it's a wail, what is there to sigh? In fact, it's just that the museum is not green, there is really no one available, so Lao Lin picked up a bargain, so I kindly reminded him" The three highs you account for two, the arms and legs, the cervical vertebrae, the lumbar disc, the stiff stiffness, the protrusion, the cardiovascular should also be aging, the prostate ...... Is it still normal? It's time for you to put away the sails!"

It turns out that no one can accept straightforward criticism, especially the following offenses, so Lao Lin asked me to copy the Lotus Sutra for a month, and I think the main reason for this change is ...... I've copied everything I should have copied.

Since I can remember, reading, just like three meals a day, has become something I have to do every day in my life, when I didn't know how to read, Lao Lin taught me to memorize sentence by sentence, after recognizing, read by myself, read by myself, and copy!

In fact, I had to do it, mainly because I blamed myself, my father did not force me, but agreed with me very democratically that once I made a mistake, I would read, endorse, and copy books, and the standard for judging whether I made a mistake was mainly based on whether my mother was sad and sad for what I did.

My mother Shen Minqiu, a Yue Opera actor, a typical Jiangnan woman, the appearance of a small jasper, a gentle and demure character, I have never seen my mother lose her temper, and she has never spoken out loud to me, even if I made a very serious mistake, she at most had tears in her eyes, and she made self-criticism sadly, I immediately confessed, deeply reviewed and then obediently went to read and endorse and copy books, for me, after admitting my mistakes and accepting punishment, this matter is a turning page, and the back is ...... My mother was very kind to me, and never mentioned the old mistakes in front of every new mistake, but Lao Lin said that it was because there were too many old mistakes......

I patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said pertinently, "Lao Lin, marriage is not the goal, happiness is the direction!"

Lao Lin nodded lightly, then squinted his eyes and said, "Go home and live!"

“......”