He tried hard to wake up, but he felt as if something in his body was weighing him down until he fell into the endless darkness of the night. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And when he awoke, the harsh sunlight shone on his scarred face, and he looked up and could see the dust in the room that was flying in the sun, and he felt that the dust was not dirty, but more lovely than the devilish people in the world.

He stood up, not knowing how many days had passed.

The sun outside the door is good, and the beauty is like a peaceful and prosperous world.

He stood in the doorway and looked at the beautiful scenery, but a sneer crossed his lips.

Later, he walked the whole mountain without eating or drinking, and he did not find a trace of the girl.

How he wished it had been a dream, but he knew it wasn't a dream.

His voice and smile appeared in front of his eyes from time to time, reminding him of how helpless and incompetent he was that day.

After that, he stayed on that mountain for two years, but he never saw the little girl or even the big men again.

He didn't know what happened to her by those big men in the end, he didn't dare to think about it, he didn't want to think about it.

He has actually seen a lot of this kind of thing.

It's just that he always looked at it coldly before, and there was no change in mood.

He had seen all the abuse of women and children, but he did not have any feelings, because he had seen so much that he already felt that these things were as normal as drinking water.

But he had never seen anyone who didn't dislike him for being dirty, and gave him food with a smile.

She was the first.

He will always remember her eyes as clear as the sky of early spring in March, which seemed to have a spring breeze in them, melting his numb and cold heart.

She was so dazzling, like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world, she melted the ice and snow that had been frozen there for thousands of years.

However, precious and beautiful things are always fleeting.

Before he could know her name, she had disappeared into his world.

It wasn't until a few years later that he made great achievements, wore armor, and became a general with great achievements in the army, and countless people came to him, and he recognized those big men in the vast number of soldiers.

He didn't ask what happened to the little girl, but castrated them on the spot in full view of everyone.

His military advisors and subordinates blamed him for being impulsive and not thinking about the overall situation, thinking that he would lose his heart in this way, but he never said a word, just cut those people to pieces with a sword, and then returned to the camp with a calm face.

That night, he thought of her innocent face countless times and the fact that she held the osmanthus cake and asked him to taste it.

He knew that he would never meet her again in this life.

Later, he met the green fruit, and the only thing on his mind, he only talked to it alone.

It was also the first time that he had completely given his heart to a person.

Before, everyone knew that he was very suspicious, he didn't trust anyone, even when he slept with his eyes open, so his guards never knew whether he was asleep or awake.

He was accustomed to killing and betrayal, and he was also afraid of being betrayed by others, so he never trusted any of his subordinates, just pretending to win people's hearts.

But when he saw it, he never doubted him, and his military power was safely put into its hands.

In the past, when he was reading the military book, he remembered that the military book said that although the place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack is excellent, it has another drawback, that is, the most taboo is civil strife.

He remembered the sentence in the book of war very clearly, "The guards or bandits turned into wolves and jackals."

He was so cautious that he never trusted anyone, and he was always in doubt, doubtful of anyone, even those who were faithful to him.

Because he has seen too much betrayal and killing, he no longer believes in the so-called warmth in the world.

What he wants to believe most is himself.

He climbed up step by step from the bottom, what should be experienced and what should not be experienced, he has experienced them one by one, so he knows what darkness is.

He understands what other people's hearts think.

In this world, it is strange that people who do not want to be given power, he never believed that his seemingly loyal subordinates would be loyal to him forever, so he never trusted them.

He had only reached such heights by killing the generals who had pressed on him, he knew the feeling of wanting to be stronger, the feeling of the desire for power, and he himself had come to his position with deception and hypocrisy, so he did not resent those who wanted to betray him or even replace him.

But not complaining doesn't mean indulgence.

He is a man who loves himself so much that he does not allow anyone to climb on top of him, because then it means that he will lose his dignity, lose his rights, lose everything he enjoys now, and be bullied.

And that's not what he was hoping for.

He has been a wanderer since he was a child, he has suffered from cold eyes and bullying, he is unwilling to return to the original situation, so he must always be vigilant, beware of the people around him, he will never allow others to replace him, on the contrary, he will divide them before others want to replace him, so that they will never see the sun tomorrow.

Poverty and humiliation, he did not want to go through it again, and he did not want to go through it again.

He hated listening to the cold wind outside in the small dilapidated house on the mountain in the cold winter months, and even if he wrapped his clothes tightly, he would not be able to fall asleep cold, because the clothes on his body were already full of holes. He hates to put the steamed buns in the temple that have been cold for a day when everything is frozen, and the incense ash on it has fallen full of layers, but he can't throw away the shell with the incense ash, because he is not the only one who comes to the temple to make steamed buns, so not all the steamed buns are his, he can grab one is already thankful, how can he still dislike the ashes on it.

He's just like that, like a homeless dog, running around with his tail between his legs at any given moment, and ridiculously trying to live.

But even if it was ridiculous, he still survived, and he lived very well.

He didn't like to be flattered because he flattered others to get to where he is today, but he liked the look of fear and worry that he was afraid of being unhappy when others flattered him.

He liked the way they flattered him and flattered him by wagging their tails like dogs.

That expression is really refreshing.