"Haven't you ever loved someone?" my mother-in-law's words kept echoing in my ears, and because of her words, I decided to come to the mouth of the Pingyan River, which is said to be the homeland of fox fairies.

The Pingyan River branches down from the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, crosses the two provinces of Hubei and Jiangxi, and meanders until it joins the vast East China Sea.

And Chu Mountain, is located in the left bank of the river tail of a strange appearance of a peak, the peak towers into the clouds, perennial rain and fog linger, the climate is cold, cloudy and sunny, over time, there are few mortals to enter the mountain to explore, spread in the world, it is only reduced to this period of chatter related to the fox fairy.

It is no longer known where this legend came from, but coincidentally, since the Spring and Autumn Period, the traces of life left by the indigenous fishermen who have lived on the coast for generations have been recorded around the foothills, which were discovered by the ancestors of the tribe, and for them, it has long been a historical mystery.

Wild trees and swamps are dense here, and the survival struggle of wild beasts is nourished everywhere, and the primitive ecology of self-abandonment and self-satisfaction is the most impressive description of my mother-in-law. The barbarian tyrant guarded this place for millions of years, and it was not until the appearance of the Warring States period that it was gradually incorporated into the territory of civilized society.

I stood in the corner of the bell tower, surrounded by a night breeze dancing wildly, and now everywhere was lit up and shadowed. I searched for the direction of the tail of the river, and it was not until the dense orange-red streamer came into view that I suddenly remembered her meaningful instructions.

"The fox fairy has never left, she has always been guarding the pavilion by the river, if you believe it, maybe you can meet her. Her eyes were like amber jade, not warm, flowing with a faint soft light.

"So, who is she waiting for there, and why doesn't she go to that person?"

"In this world, women, who will they wait for?"

I gasped, as if the details of being an undercover agent had been revealed, and hurriedly asked her, "Then in the end, did she wait?"

"Maybe it's coming, maybe, it's not waiting. ”

"Why are you always ambiguous in your speech? If you finally wait, how can you not count? If you can't wait, then why are you still staying by the river, don't you spend your time in vain?"

"Haven't you ever loved someone?"

I was silent, and it wasn't until I listened to her tell the whole story that I gradually woke up from the blanks.

After that, I came here, to this riverbank, where the legendary fox fairy is most likely to appear. I didn't ask my mother-in-law more about the evidence of the legend, and I didn't rush to ask her how she found out. Perhaps legends and history are inherently comparable, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood in the same time and space, let alone relying only on a few pretended storybooks and a few scarred pieces of pottery.

True or false, good or bad, the ending is not something I can judge. What I care about is how the plot of this story has ups and downs, and what kind of love-hate entanglements there are between the characters.

Since ancient times, life has been happy to gather water and live together.

As the night progressed, the fireworks along the river still did not dissipate.

I sat under the pavilion in the shade, my cheeks propped up, staring, silent. I haven't been in contact with the crowd for a long time, but I don't have the fear of being unaccustomed to it, I just think of myself as a spectator, anyway, after the curtain ends, any drama is the same desolate.

How easy is it to find a green fox in a city of 500,000 people? But if I don't look for it, my heart will keep struggling. I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to find Po, I won't be able to forgive myself, and I'll regret that I didn't do my best.

At this time, someone on the cruise ship actually set off fireworks, which caused bursts of cheers to drift around.

I became more and more distraught, looked at the river, and got up angrily to leave.

However, I didn't know where to go, and then I realized that I had nowhere to go.

The hotel signs were hung all over the street, but as soon as I saw the colorful advertising lights, I was disgusted, and I didn't have the slightest idea of staying.

"Renting a single apartment! Monthly rent is negotiable. Hurry!" followed by a large string of numbers and addresses, which came straight into my line of sight. My eyes widened, for fear that I would be mistaken, so I read it a few more times, and although the street lights above my head were indeed dim, I could still distinguish clearly, this is the rental information, which just meets my permanent residence requirements.

I didn't even think about it, so I called it.

"Hey, is that Mr. Xu?"

There was a response on the other end of the line.

"Are you still renting?"

"Yes, where did you see the message?"

"Well, sir, I saw it on a lamppost on the side of the road, why did you stick it there, how uncivilized. ”

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I was looking for someone else to post an advertising leaflet, I didn't know he would actually post it there, I'm really sorry. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, when are you free and can go to see the house?" I scratched my head, the first time I rented a house, it was really a little jerky.

That's it, the time is struck tomorrow morning, in order to save electricity, I turned off my phone, looked at the dark screen, and couldn't help but sigh, I hope I sleep here tonight, don't be called a fool, preferably, and don't have a homeless person and me to grab a bed.

The sound of the waves in my ears became more and more intense, and I knew that the world had entered the middle of the night. I listened intently, as if enjoying a rare piece of music, and the kind voice of my mother-in-law telling a story came back to my mind.

"In the Art of War, there was a saying of nine places, and most of the ancients had the same vision, so this place became a very strategic enclosure. The moon-shaped mountains are close to the tail of the river, connecting the coast scattered with reefs, the mountain road is narrow, and the cliffs on both sides are lined with cliffs, and the trail is circuitous, easy to enter, difficult to retreat. The Linghu clan originally lived a unique and leisurely life on the top of the mountain, and they were never willing to interact with humans, until the fireworks of the human power game spread here, paving the way for the beginning of the legend. ”

War can speed up the evolution of history, and finally, become a part of history.

"Fate is really wonderful, if he comes, thousands of rivers and mountains, summer thunder and winter snow will not be stoppable. ”

"When Wang Shu was fifteen years old, he took the initiative to follow his father's iron horse Rongzheng, he had experienced the thrilling changes of large and small battles, and also saw the courage and resourcefulness of elite soldiers, he was studious and progressive, even his strict father admired his talent, what kind of character Wang Jian is, can make him admire, it must be rare in the world. Perhaps, his life can be like many famous generals in history, on a path to fame, however, this kind of story will not even be believed by elementary school students. His father favored him too much, and he put too much energy into cultivating his brother Wang Ben, and he had more than enough energy for himself. Therefore, when the battle of Pingyanjiang began, he realized that the time he had been waiting for for a long time was really coming, he did not want to stay on the plateau of his hometown to hunt for fun, and he was even more disdainful of the learning method of talking on paper, he longed for the momentum of the man wearing gold armor in a hundred battles, and wanted to shed blood and sweat on the battlefield where the soldiers and horses roared, and even commanded thousands of troops and horses, he believed that only there was the territory of his life. ”

"Is he the hero of the story?"

"Yes. ”

"All the male protagonists are heroic, dignified, literary and martial, and must have a fine, so what kind of appearance does Wang Shu look like?"

"He," the mother-in-law chuckled, as if reminiscing about an old friend, "he seems to be, neither, and in my eyes he's more like a mischievous child." ”

"Okay!" I only understood my mother-in-law's words as her evaluation of this person, and I didn't think too much about it, and hurriedly asked again: "How did he and the fox fairy meet?"

That's for later. Later, no matter how I asked, my mother-in-law didn't say anything more, she said, it is the story that always has to leave a suspense.