Twenty-three and a half notes, coquettish hatred and nostalgia 2
She turned, and had barely taken a few steps before she turned back again, her long hair fluttering in the wind.
Meng Xin saw that Wang Miao turned around again, and hurriedly straightened up, and a smile quickly appeared on his face, his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't make a sound.
Wang Miao blinked, and turned around again very aggrieved. Her slender figure was shone on the ground by the setting sun, stretched long, long, and even more lonely.
Wang Huan and the others had already run over, and they hurriedly surrounded Wang Miao for fear that she would get lost. Wang Miao ignored them at all, just walked by herself with a lost face, muttering as she walked. Wang Huan was very strange that Wang Miao was muttering something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Wang Miao's lonely figure, making her even more lonely, and against the backdrop of the people around her, she stood in a golden gauze dress in the emerald blue clothes of everyone, suddenly dazzling.
Meng Xin stood at the door and looked at Wang Miao, who was gradually disappearing, and muttered: "Huh, brother, how lucky you are to have such a person who knows you cold and hot." ”
Meng Xin turned around and left the gate of the East Courtyard and walked towards the courtyard, the gate of the East Courtyard slowly closed.
Nanning, the city wall of Nanning was built by Zhao Xiu, and it cost a lot of money to thicken and heighten the city on the original basis. This makes the already impregnable city even more impregnable.
The south gate of Nanning City is the main gate of this city, and the city gate is made of two huge iron and stone gates, which are extremely strong. But it's also very heavy.
Five years ago, Zhao Xiu had a headache because of these two iron gates, and how to install these two iron gates at the city gate, and flexibly open and close them, became the top problem for Zhao Xiu and the craftsmen of the Liaozhou Manufacturing Bureau.
According to the original design, it is necessary to press the pulley on the bottom of the two square iron gates, and inject molten iron into the track on the ground.
However, in the process of implementation, everyone encountered unsolvable problems. That is, when the gate is open, because the iron gate is too thick, the gate will appear very narrow when the gate is open, and it will not be able to bear the circulation of people in normal times.
For a time, Zhao Xiu recruited talented people from all over the world to think of countermeasures together.
Finally, a man named Impala came up with a shocking solution. He proposed to recast two iron plates into a right-angled triangle of the city, and to inlay one side of the right-angled trigram into the wall, and use a slideway to control the opening of the city gate.
For a while, the craftsmen of the Liaozhou Manufacturing Bureau could not understand the ideas put forward by the impala, only a special person like Zhao Xiu had such avant-garde thoughts, Zhao Xiu admired him very much, and ordered the impala to be the general director of the construction of the city gate.
It took 53 days to consume tens of thousands of catties of molten iron to cast the iron gate, and in this way, the two super-thick iron plates were inlaid into the Nanning city wall.
Since then, the unique city gate of Liaozhou has become a must-see scenery for those who come.
The sun had completely set in the sky, and only the red afterglow was left in the sky. Nanning City is different from the cities of Tianwu Prefecture, even in the middle of the night, Nanning will never close the city gate, the city gate of Nanning City has no inventory, no entry tax, and it is open for twelve hours.
Because the sun was about to set, there were very few pedestrians in and out of Nanning City, but at this time, a man in a black cloak rode a fast horse and drove towards the city gate at a high speed.
As soon as he rode the dust, Zhao Xiu rode a horse by himself, passed through the city gate, and drove towards the south at a high speed. The horse under Zhao Xiu's crotch is a pure black grassland horse, and it is a very rare sweaty and bloody horse.
This horse can travel thousands of miles a day, and Zhao Xiu doesn't feel very bumpy when riding on the horse, after all, he also has a good emotional foundation with this horse.
Zhao Xiu looked at the lush forests on both sides of the official road, and felt relieved in his heart, although he was the only one on the entire official road in a hurry, he felt very leisurely.
"Sing a song? Sing what? Pop or folk? Zhao Xiu kept maintaining his balance on the horse, looking at the empty path on the quiet path, he couldn't help but feel a little inexplicably happy.
"Lilacs? Or Nanshannan? Zhao Xiu tried to think about the melody that he almost forgot, humming the tune that only he knew.
The dense forests on both sides of the official road exude a unique fragrant fragrance, Zhao Xiu rode on horseback, the faster he ran, the stronger the aroma in his nose, and the more vigorous his spirit.
"If only I could live here for the rest of my life? Plant a piece of jasmine, smell the fragrance every day, hold Miao'er in your left hand, hold the child in your right hand, when can you live this life, I won't change anything for me. Zhao Xiu had a sweet dream, although his eyes were dark roads, but his mind was full of pictures made up by his brain.
Zhao Xiu didn't know if he felt that he had run for dozens of miles, and suddenly felt that the cloak and hat on his head were very uncomfortable, so he held down the reins of the horse with his left hand, and took off the cloak and hat on his head with his right hand.
Zhao Xiu carefully maintained the balance of his body, and gradually stretched his waist, "I'm old, I'm old, I didn't expect that I was only nineteen years old, and my body was really not resistant, and I was tired and hurt after only half an hour." He subconsciously beat his waist with his hand, and gradually hammered it to his thigh.
When Zhao Xiu hit his thigh, there was a sudden feeling of clucking in his hand, and he couldn't help twitching in his heart.
"Alas, I'll go, fuck Shi Hongzong, if Lao Tzu doesn't pull out your skin, pull out your bones, and chop the meat into meat sauce to feed the dogs, I, Zhao Xiu, will be in vain in this life. If you want to kill me, I'm going to kill you before me. Zhao Xiu touched his broken left leg, not only the more he thought about it, the more he hated it, the more he thought about it, the more painful it became.
When Zhao Xiu was thirteen years old, Zhao Xiu's mother invited all the famous doctors in Tianwu, but no one could cure Zhao Xiu's left leg. In the battle of Fengjian Gorge, Zheng Xinshi stabbed Zhao Xiu's left leg bone, because it was still in danger at that time, the head of the guard, Lian Biao, could only take Zhao Xiu to Liaozhou overnight for treatment.
Because of this, Zhao Xiu's left leg missed the best treatment time and could never recover. Since then, Zhao Xiu's legs have never felt any more, and he can't walk like a normal person.
Zhao Xiu suffered for a few months, and he seemed to be a different person in those months. Finally, one day, he came up with a way to walk like a normal person, that is, to cut off the rotten flesh of his left leg and replace it with a special prosthetic leg.
The last thing Zhao Xiu wants to do is to remember, because in the past he had too many things that he longed for and couldn't forget, how could he deliberately remember them?
The official road gradually became rugged, and the road became narrower and narrower, Zhao Xiu could see by the moonlight that there were small hills in front of him, Zhao Xiu pulled the reins and dragged the horse to a hidden path leading to the mountain.
Zhao Xiu found the trail from memory, and it was difficult to discover the existence of this trail even during the day.
The path was full of thorns, and even the sweaty BMW had to pass slowly and carefully, and Zhao Xiu was afraid that the branches on the tree would scratch his only little face that could be held on the surface, so he hurriedly put the cloak on his head.