Xiao Jin wanted to hide in a place where no one was and cry.

I pretended to be strong for so long, and finally I couldn't bear the heart-rending pain of parting anymore.

The north gate of Xijing was not far behind him, and in front of him was a rather large arched bridge, Xiao Jin hurried towards the bridge, he wanted to leave from this place quickly.

But he had barely taken a few steps when tears welled up in his astringent eyes like a spring.

Xiao Jin walked a few steps to the side of the road, picked up his head and squatted on the ground, completely ignoring the strange eyes of the pedestrians walking on the road.

Then he lay on his back on the ground, feeling the cold earth with his cold heart, and then two lines of clear tears flowed down the back of his ears to the ground, and together with the fresh earth, they formed drop after drop of ice lumps in the cold wind.

I closed my eyes and felt my heartache, and I don't know how long it was.

Xiao Jin's memories began with the early memories of childhood, and flowed until he left the party and the shogunate.

The nursery rhymes sung by my mother, the angry roar when my father scolded, and the scenes of playing with my brothers, brothers, sisters and sisters, they continued to pass from my mind like a marquee.

Xiao Jin was thinking about why the people close to him died one by one, and why those who loved him and loved him left one by one.

Why the hell.

Is it because of yourself?

If he hadn't entered the curtain at the beginning but followed his father to do business, there would have been no later encounter between himself and Xiao Zishuo;

If he hadn't gone to Suibei City, Qing'er wouldn't have met him;

If he didn't want to get the title and help Xiao Zishuo ascend the throne smoothly, then Xiao Zishuo would not have the opportunity to harm himself and Qing'er;

If Qing'er hadn't died, then Qin and Qi would not have fought each other, and Shangdang would not have been slaughtered by the Qi people who attacked the city.

So in this way, all of this is my own fault,

The bitter fruits that I tasted were all planted by myself a long time ago.

Xiao Jin regretted that he should not have dreamed of sorghum, and fantasized about changing from a wild pheasant to a phoenix.

Xiao Jin hated it, hated those powerful officials who were born rich and noble, but they could live in the temple safely, giving orders as a matter of course, and making one decision after another that was enough to affect the life and death of millions of people.

But Xiao Jin is still helpless after all, he has always been a vassal of others, even if his talent is enough to stir up the world and get the hearts of a country, but what is the use in the end.

Therefore, in this world, in this world, whoever belongs will always belong to whom, and what does it have to do with oneself.

Alone, even if revenge is of no use.

The dead wood is dead, even if the waters of the four seas are brought down, how can there be spring?

Maybe I shouldn't exist in this world at all.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jinmu got up and staggered towards the stone bridge.

"Look, there's a child overboard."

Suddenly, a loud shout from the front came into Xiao Jin's ears,

In less than a moment, there were already few pedestrians outside the city who passed past Xiao Jin and ran up to the stone bridge to check.

The stone arch bridge in front of Xiao Jin connects the Weishui River that passes around Xijing City, and it looks very old, so the not spacious bridge deck is crowded with people after a while.

Xiao Jin raised his eyes to see that these people who were watching the excitement were all looking down, and from time to time they would let out one or two exclamations.

Xiao Jin doesn't want to care about those idle things, what does it have to do with others falling into the water.

After a while, there will be yourself among the people who have fallen into the water.

Xiao Jin is like a walking corpse

Walking meat, slowly walked up the steps of the arched bridge.

But when he pushed away the crowd and took two steps forward, he suddenly saw a piece empty in the crowd.

Before Xiao Jin could stop and take a closer look, he found a woman in a gray linen skirt lying at his feet.

The woman was disheveled, and she could not see her age.

But because of the scars on her face, she looked unusually terrifying.

At this moment, the woman's purple lips were trembling incessantly, and in addition to the extremely painful look in her eyes, there was also a trace of reluctance and despair.

"Don't go over, I'm afraid this woman has caused a bad disease."

Xiao Jin heard someone shouting to him on the side, so he looked around and found that although there were many people on the arched bridge, there was no one who was lying next to the woman a few steps.

When the crowd watched as they walked to the woman's side, a well-meaning man reminded him.

Xiao Jin looked at the woman lying under him, and when he saw that she was still breathing, he frowned and shook his head to walk past her.

But I didn't expect that I had just lifted my foot, but the woman reached out and hugged him.

The woman struggled to hold herself with one arm, and the other arm trembled up, and stretched out a finger to point to the bridge beside her.

Xiao Jin understood that the woman was afraid that she wanted to save the child who fell into the water.

In early spring, it was still cold in Xijing, almost the same as in the middle of winter, so you can imagine how cold the river must be.

Otherwise, there were so many people on the shore of the bridge, why didn't anyone dare to go into the water to save the child?

In the persuasion of everyone around her, Xiao Jin nodded at the woman.

A hint of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, and after making sure that Xiao Jin's eyes didn't seem to be lying to her, she let go of her hand, and a trace of gratitude immediately appeared in her eyes.

Xiao Jin walked to the edge of the bridge, and the crowd that was originally crowded by the bridge quickly dispersed.

Xiao Jin looked down under the bridge and found a red swaddling baby floating on the water.

There was also a faint cry of a baby in the swaddling clothes.

Xiao Jin sighed, thinking that he was always going to die, so it was better to save the child first and then die, so that he would not come to this world in vain.

Thinking of this, he jumped without hesitation and jumped into the water.

Xiao Jin grew up in Shangdang, which is next to the yellow water.

Although Xiao Geun has never swam in the turbulent yellow water, there are many ponds along the water for farmers to water the land, and these ponds are the first choice for children to play in the summer.

So Xiao Jin has not been there to play in the water since he was a child, and he still knows some basic water nature.

After jumping into the water from the bridge, Xiao Jin felt that the cold water was like thousands of knives stabbing up and down his body.

He understood that if an ordinary person jumped into the water and couldn't get ashore quickly, he was afraid that the child would not be saved, and his life would be thrown here.

But he was a person who was looking for death, and he just tried to save the child before he died, so he didn't panic, but just swam towards the baby's swaddling place.

After a few breaths, Xiao Jin suddenly found that his hands and feet were frozen and seemed to have cramps.

Seeing that the infant child was in front of him, the intermittent crying was constantly coming into Xiao Jin's ears.

He knew that in this cold water, if the child was not rescued, he was afraid that he would be more than lucky.

Xiao Jin didn't hesitate at all, he gritted his teeth and continued to swim towards the red swaddling clothes.

Five-step, four-step, three-step, two-step.

When Xiao Jin grabbed the swaddling clothes, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the reason why the child was able to float on the surface of the water and not sink was that a piece of dead wood just held the child's neck.

Xiao Jinxin said that it was a good coincidence, so he put the swaddling clothes on the dead wood again, and pushed the child to swim towards the shore with all his strength.

Weishui is not very wide, so the Qin people were able to erect an arch bridge here.

But the place where the child fell into the water happened to be in the middle of the two banks, so although Xiao Jin could see the shore close at hand, the cold water still caused his physical strength to be greatly depleted.

In addition, Xiao Jin has been in a hurry these days, so he soon felt that his hands and feet were filled with lead and he could no longer lift them.

Xiao Jin tried to pat the water with one hand, and push the swaddling clothes with the other hand to keep it away from the icy river as soon as possible.

But for some reason, the child who was still crying had no voice.

Xiao Jin, who was originally struggling desperately to swim to the water's edge, heard that the child in front of him was no longer crying, and for the first time there was a panic in his heart.

But he didn't want to be upset, his hands and feet didn't cooperate properly for a while, and he actually sank straight into the water.

When the icy river water once again submerged over Xiao Jin's head, Xiao Jin was doused with cold water to regain a trace of clarity.

No longer flustered, he hurriedly used his hands and feet to float up again.

It's just that for some reason, as soon as he surfaced, the child suddenly began to cry.

This cry reached Xiao Jin's ears, just like Hong Zhong Dalu, making all his original worries suddenly dissipate.

Xiao Jin didn't be happy for long, because he immediately noticed that one of his legs was already cramping a little because of the panic force from the sinking just now.

He had to endure the cold tingling sensation all over his body and the pain from the cramp in one leg, and insisted on gritting his teeth and swimming towards the shore.

It's just that this kind of effort doesn't seem to have played the slightest role, and the shore that is close at hand is still close at hand, but the distance between himself and the shore has not been shortened in the slightest.

"Are you going to die?

It's ugly to die like this.

Daddy, Qing'er, I'm coming to you. ”

Xiao Jin glanced at the crowd of roaring, shouting, and screaming on the shore, and smiled bitterly.

As if he had been relieved from the greatest pressure in heaven and earth, his whole body suddenly relaxed.

Suddenly, Xiao Jin yelled.

His hands were raised high at the same time, clutching the red swaddling clothes, and his waist swelled forward into a deep bow.

Then he threw the swaddling swaddle into the crowd on the shore with all his might.

"I don't know if they can catch the child."

After throwing the child out of his hand, Xiao Jin was quickly pulled into the icy river by the huge inertia.

It's just that Xiao Jin at this moment no longer has a trace of panic,

Some were just wondering if the child could be saved.

Finally, when Xiao Jin couldn't hold on anymore and subconsciously opened his mouth, the cold river water instantly poured into his mouth and nose,

Xiao Jin instinctively struggled for a moment and suddenly found that

A white light passed through the river,

It crossed the icy river,

Towards himself.

In that white light, there was the mother's kind smile, the father's generous back, and Qing'er singing softly to herself.

"I'm coming"

Xiao Jin smiled and opened her arms,

Gradually, he floated in the water,

I can't move anymore.