"If you already have a sharp weapon in your heart, why should you take the lives of others?"

- "The Book of the White Horse"

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

A rain made the whole Chang'an City hazy, the eaves dripped, the bluestone flowers, and the birds hiding from the rain chirped......

In the courtyard, in a side room, Yan Beifeng sat in front of the window, wearing clothes and watching the rain, looking melancholy.

Knock knock!

The knock on the door pulled back his thoughts.

"Please come in."

The door slowly opened, and Liu Chengfeng shook off the rain on the oil-paper umbrella and walked in.

"Senior Liu, why are you here?" Yan Beifeng saw that it was Liu Chengfeng, and realized that he was a little rude, so he hurriedly got up.

"Sit down, sit down, it's raining, it's boring, find someone to talk to."

Liu Chengfeng put the umbrella at the door, walked to the table and sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Yan Beifeng thought about it and sat down at the table.

"The old man doesn't see that you are in a good mood."

"Oh, it's not a big deal."

"It's what happened in Xia Cheng, and I can't get over it, right?"

"It was Marshal Luo who invited you to come......

Yan Beifeng blinked his eyes, looked at Liu Chengfeng and asked.

"Hahaha, you kid is the same elf."

Liu Chengfeng laughed and said, the heart is teachable!

"Sometimes I don't even know who he is, it's bad but it's good."

Liu Chengfeng's expression became serious, pondered for a while, looked at Yan Beifeng's melancholy face, and sighed in his heart, there are some things, no matter your age, you must accept them.

"There are no bad people in this world, and when there are more good people, there are also bad people."

"But General Lu, General Zhou, they ......"

In Yan Beifeng's mind, he recalled the last stubbornness and sky-high fire of General Xiacheng's mansion. He turned his head to look at the sword stand, the sword of Lu Zhenjiang, and his heart was sour, gushing out.

"That's Lu Zhenjiang's sword, right?" Liu Chengfeng also saw the sword and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, it's his." Yan Beifeng replied sluggishly.

"I'd rather carry the infamy of the people of the world, and choose to be loyal in the end, they are traitors in the eyes of others, and they are all heroes in the eyes of the old man, these, you know, I know, Luo Feng also knows!"

Liu Chengfeng said with a bleak wind, and Yan Beifeng's eyes moved.

"Then why ...... Make a clean sweep of? Yan Beifeng came up to Liu Chengfeng and asked in a suppressed voice.

"It's not Luo Feng who is killed, it's themselves, maybe it's a torment for them to live......"

Liu Chengfeng's words pulled Yan Beifeng into deep contemplation, as if he had been hit in the heart, and he was in pain and speechless.

……

The sound of rain is the cleanest sound in the world, and it is also the coldest sound, and every drop seems to open the door of your heart.

……

"The words of the seniors, the younger generations understand...... It is the younger generation who is narrow-minded and does not understand the high mindedness of the generals. Junior, wrong! ”

"Huh? There is no mistake, there is no mistake, no one is wrong, the world is wrong, if the world is one, they can spend their old age in peace. ”

Yan Beifeng nodded, looking at the beautiful haired old-timer in front of him, his eyes were full of admiration.

"Swear to follow, those who can do what these four words say, what qualifications do people like me have to be sentimental for them?"

"From the moment the army serves the country, I have long been conscious of a lifetime, living one day at a time and earning one day, seeing one side and one side less."

……

Liu Chengfeng said, drank all the herbal tea in the cup, smashed his mouth, got up, and patted Yan Beifeng's thin shoulder.

"Are you leaving?" Yan Beifeng got up and said.

"Ah, yes...... Child, you are a general for one day and a general for a lifetime, even if you are disarmed and returned to the field, you are also a general! Their destiny is to be loyal to the country, not to the family! It's not that they can't fight, it's not that they don't dare to fight, they just prefer to die under the Great Wall, by the East China Sea............ It is the glory of the general to die under the sword of the Menghu people, and what is it to die under the sword of his own people?! ”

The corners of Liu Chengfeng's eyes were a little red, and he couldn't help but be moved by his heartfelt words.

Yan Beifeng was a little stunned by this sudden speech, and his deafening voice was heart-wrenching, as if he had heard the voice of an old general......

"There are many injustices in troubled times, but the heart is righteous and merciful. Take your time, child, the old man will go first. ”

With that, Liu Chengfeng picked up the umbrella, opened the door and stepped into the rain.

A demonic wind came, making Yan Beifeng tremble, and he quickly closed the door, Liu Chengfeng's words were still lingering in his heart.

……

Yan Beifeng walked up to the saber, stroked it gently, and let out a long breath, relieved.

……

Luo Feng's house.

"How's it going, father-in-law?" Luo Feng asked with a smile.

"You'll understand slowly, what's the hurry?" Liu Chengfeng glanced at Luo Feng and said angrily.

"I'm not worried, I can't carve his beautiful jade, otherwise it will be a tyrannical thing." Luo Feng joked.

"Anyway, I've said everything I need to say, and the other old men don't care, that's all your business." Liu Chengfeng waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, well, where do you dare to bother your father-in-law......" Luo Feng smiled helplessly.

Liu Chengfeng took a sip of hot tea, warmed up his body, lifted his umbrella and prepared to go back, walked to the door, but stopped again, looked back at Luo Feng, as if he had something to say, but it was difficult to speak.

"Zhou Anmin, Lu Zhenjiang, they ......" Liu Chengfeng asked in a low voice, hesitating in his voice.

When Luo Feng heard this, he laughed, he guessed that Liu Chengfeng would ask this.

"Let's just kill me."

Luo Feng said indifferently to Liu Chengfeng with a smile.

"That's not what the old man meant...... Be sure to bury them properly...... I'm leaving. ”

Liu Chengfeng muttered, his eyes dodging, and left quickly.

……

Luo Feng stood in place, smiling and motionless until Liu Chengfeng walked away. Laughing and laughing, he suddenly turned around and slammed the book in his hand on the table, and the pen, ink, and paper on the desk were a mess.

He wanted to shout, but he was afraid that people would hear him, so he had to prop his hands on the table, lower his head, grit his teeth, and snort a few times, and let them all go.

The sound of crying but not crying alarmed the guards at the door.

"Marshal, are you alright?"

"It's okay, give General Qingfeng an order, let him prepare the funerals of several generals, and Ben Shuai will personally attend."

"Yes!"

"By the way, I also inform Yan Sima that General Xue Dingguo lost too much blood on the way back to Chang'an for medical treatment, and passed away......

"Yes......"

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is no longer the gentleness of the first arrival, knocking down the wildflowers that bloom in the courtyard, frightening the birds hiding from the rain, and aggravating the desolation of the people in front of the window.

Liu Chengfeng held an umbrella, walked out of the gate of Changfu, stood at the door, looked back slowly, his eyebrows and eyes were blank, and it was raining again, all kinds of withering, only the old feelings remained.

Is this situation familiar?

He walked towards the market, his long beard wet from the rain, and he drifted away.