After the birthday party, I sent her home.

It was an old house in the alley, with a bird's nest built on the dense branches. Even at night, it's chirping. I left her my address, and I knew she would come to me.

Sure enough, the next day, I saw her standing at the door of the mansion, her eyes were full of aura, and her feet were restlessly lit to the ground.

Maybe a little shy.

I went down to meet her, and when I saw her joy, I was relieved from my dull days. I knew Wei Yan would come to me, after all, I was starting to think that she was the same as those women.

She sings beautifully, melodious and elegant, and is a unique taste, as if there is a romantic soul in her throat. In my free time, I take Weiyan out for a walk. Sometimes she really doesn't look like a girl in the dust, but she seems to be a fairy who came to the world for the first time, and she doesn't know anything about the world.

A French café opened in the city of Peiping. I invited her to taste it, and the two of them sat on a burgundy leather sofa with a crystal lamp reflecting a magnificent light. She nodded, took a careful sip, and swallowed it visibly hard.

"Isn't it delicious? If you taste it, it will be very fragrant. I told her that I had drunk European stuff when I was studying in Japan, and that I was used to the strong bitter aroma.

She shook her head, not pretending to be good like the others, nor embarrassed. He smiled a little silly and said, "I've tasted this taste, it's like dried soil." "I don't know why she was so analogous as if she were a little animal that eats dirt a lot.

I've been with Weiyan for a long time, and I can't believe it. In the past, there were no women who stayed with me for more than three months, but now I have been almost half a year younger. I took her out to dinner and watched as the other people's eyes lingered on her graceful body. I want to pretend I don't care, but I can't.

But I hate myself like that.

Emotionally touched by an insignificant person.

It's like I can't control it.

Whenever she smiled shallowly and stubbornly called me, "General." The voice turned back and forth, thumping like rain on the eaves.

Even the servants of the house whispered that I was really in love with the little singer like a yellow bird. But how could I fall in love with her? I wouldn't fall in love with anyone, especially a singer.

Sincerity is the most unnecessary, after all, I don't believe that there is sincerity in this world, it's good to be right. My biological mother was born in a small family, and my father and I really loved each other. However, the unequal status and life in the general's mansion led to the mother's ill words to his father, and he was widowed day by day, and then hanged himself on the beams of the house.

After I realized that I was too close to Wei Yan, I felt disgusted with her. It's like eating chocolate when I was a child, but I always hinted that I could eat it, but I couldn't look at it or take it, and I suppressed my emotions. Under the dark clouds, I couldn't breathe.

Among the bright flowers, there is disgust.

I asked Weiyan to leave me, but she didn't leave.

She said something very ridiculous: "Isn't this my home, where are you going to let me go?"

She may really be a little bird, thinking that living together is a nest and starting a family. I said a lot of angry words, and then I realized how ruthless I really was.

That night, I brought back a woman, an inconsequential person. Wei Yan was standing in the study on the second floor, with the light on, and when she saw me coming back from the window, she pedaled down and ran down.

Through the shadows of the trees, I couldn't see her face clearly.

But I knew she was crying.

My heart was pumping, but I didn't hold her back. She came with nothing and left without luggage. The half-drawn picture of the bird's finch and flowers is still on the desk.

On the tenth night of her departure, I left Beiping.

For two years, there was no news.

As a soldier, it is your duty to defend the land. I received a letter from my father, asking me to return to the northeast as quickly as possible, and the Tsarist Russia invaded dozens of tun towns on the frontier, slaughtering the people and shedding rivers of blood.

I quickly returned and led my troops to the front. In one battle, the Russians detonated a bomb under the bridge, and I was ambushed, with my lieutenant and guard killed and seriously wounded, my left leg cut by the iron piece kicked off by the explosion, and my chest hit by rubble. There was a loud bang, and suddenly there was a sudden scene in front of me, but I saw the figure of Xiao Yan'er, who was smiling at me.

I was in the hospital for two months, and a Japanese doctor performed surgery on me.

Back in the Northeast, she never contacted me.

I thought that with her enthusiasm for me, she would write a letter desperately, but I didn't receive a single small note. I was a little apprehensive. Maybe I miss her singing, maybe I think of the way she laughs, I want to ask where she went, will she be like other women, from one embrace to another.

I wrote a letter to a friend in Peking to ask.

He searched for the address and told me that the courtyard had been uninhabited for many days, and it looked like it had not been cleaned. A little uneasiness rose in my heart and I asked my friend to continue looking. Later, she was finally found in a church hospital. Someone found her on the verge of drowning by the river, with multiple wounds on her body, and she was able to recover after ten days of recuperation in the hospital.

I didn't know why, until a friend sent me a letter from Beiping. He said, my little Yan'er wrote a lot of letters, and the pieces of paper were like snowflakes in the northeast, but they didn't make any waves.

She wondered what I was thinking as a ruthless man. However, I did not reply to a single letter.

It turned out that with me, no one dared to beat her idea. Now that I'm leaving, I don't want her to be coveted, I want to marry her as a concubine, and I can't go back to my house with coercion and temptation. Wei Yan later told me that she had a big fight with some of the family members. More than a dozen people surrounded her, with ropes and sticks in their hands, and they must knock her out and tie her back.

She tried her best to fight to the death in the alley of the night. There were multiple bruises on her body, and the rope rubbed against her delicate skin. Her wrists were slashed with a knife and her clothes were cut. Shaking off the thugs, she stumbled out of her small courtyard and went to the lake, where she used to frequent.

After listening to the story, I wanted to meet her. But the situation in the Northeast does not allow me to think about the love of these children, and there are Russians rioting on the frontier. I returned to the whirlpool of war and formed a cavalry battalion to garrison the distant Black River.

In the third year of Xuantong, Yuan Shikai came to power. He is ambitious, wants to control the three northeastern provinces, and is jealous of his father. But Father also did not want the country that had just been united to fall into a never-ending division again. He took a step back. Yuan Shikai promoted me to lieutenant general, but asked me to return to Beiping to work.

In fact, it's just surveillance.

Father accepted.

Before I left, my father had a solemn conversation with me.