"When Grandpa was your age, it snowed every year, but he never built a snowman." The old man sighed softly as if he had touched his heart.

The child asked curiously, "It's snowing, why don't you build a snowman?" ”

The old man smiled kindly, but his wrinkled face was even more vicissitudes, "At that time, although there was snow, there was no home. ”

The child obviously didn't understand the old man's meaning, and his immature little face was full of confused expressions.

The old man took the child's little hand and said softly: "One day, when you grow up, you will know what the people of Grandpa's era have experienced." ”

The child nodded as if he didn't understand, and suddenly smiled happily, "Grandpa, we just built a snowman together, and your wish has come true, it's great." ”

The old man didn't speak, lying on the snow and looking at the sky, at that moment, it seemed to meet Liu He's eyes.

In an instant, the wind surged, a strong wind struck, and Liu He was thrown into the air as if he had fallen into a whirlpool.

After a period of struggle, Liu He finally managed to stand firm, but found himself in the center of the tornado.

He searched around for an exit, but to no avail, the tornado grew stronger and stronger, and showed no sign of abating.

The wind ruffled his clothes, ruffled his hair, and made him unable to open his eyes again.

Suddenly, the wind stopped abruptly, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the entire inner wall of the tornado had shown a vivid scene.

When he approached, it seemed to be more like a window, and when he looked out of the window, it seemed as if the scene in front of him was real, and he himself seemed to be in it.

On the ground, countless people flocked to a city, they held high a big flag in their hands, on which was written the word "Zhou", tens of thousands of soldiers followed one after another, and finally after a bloody battle, stood on the head of the city, waved a knife to cut down the "Shang" word flag inserted in the city.

King Wu is defeated.

Liu He realized that this was the battle that was like an epic battle in history, and just as he was trying to look at everything more closely, another strong wind struck, and then the scene in front of him also changed in style.

This time, it is no longer a battlefield, but a magnificent Fengzen platform.

One person hung a sword at his waist, standing alone on the high platform, and countless civil and military generals under the stage knelt down one after another, shouting long live.

The man standing on the high platform did not have a trace of expression on his face, and did not even look at those who knelt in front of him, but grasped the hilt of his sword in one hand and looked into the distance.

Behind the man, a large banner with the word "Qin" hunted in the wind.

I have seen Emperor Qin, and it is Han Wu again.

On the Mobei grassland that year, the Han Dynasty general Huo Qu led a long-distance expedition on horseback and went straight to the hinterland of the Huns, sealing the wolf Juxu, and since then there has been no Hun royal court in Monan.

Seeing these heart-warming scenes, Liu He's blood couldn't help but boil, he licked his chapped lips, and was almost about to step out of the window and be in the middle of this battle.

However, as soon as he took a step, the heroic young general in front of him suddenly disappeared, but in his place, there were countless corpses of soldiers and groups of exiled people in a charred black land.

Liu He couldn't see where this was, and he couldn't tell which dynasty it was, he could only see a pair of desperate eyes, as if they knew his existence, looking at him.

A child's cry broke through the dead silence, and the child's mother hurriedly held the child in her arms and couldn't stop comforting her.

Liu He saw that the woman, who was already pale and no longer seemed to have a glimmer of hope in this world, still had a look in her eyes when she looked at her child.

Although the look was a little bleak, it was real.

The child stopped crying, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but he looked at his mother and smiled.

The woman also smiled, although there were some vicissitudes, but it was from the bottom of her heart.

Liu He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

In this world, there are always people who have to go first, there are always people who have to pay a heavy price, and there are always people who may not be able to get what they want in their lifetime, but what is it that supports them to live?

When Liu He opened his eyes again, it was the snow at the beginning again.

Facing the old man's eyes again, Liu He seemed to suddenly remember something, and his eyes turned red.

"Our generation, I have long forgotten the wish to build a snowman, the happiest thing in my grandfather's life is to be able to see your childhood with your own eyes, you can spend it carefree, your youth, you can only think about the thing called dreams, when you grow up, even if you fail to realize your dreams, you can live as you want. When you get married and leave home to live alone, then grandpa can build a big snowman by himself. ”

The old man whispered softly, as if to the children around him, and more like to the man in heaven.

Liu He looked at the old man's gradually clear face, and tears could no longer hold back and welled up in his eyes.

Liu He has almost forgotten that when he was young, he liked to follow his grandfather the most and listen to him say something inexplicable, but very interesting.

But later, as grandpa got older, he seemed to be more and more nagging, and an innocuous little thing had to be whispered in his ear for a long time.

Gradually, he no longer liked to be with the old man, and the stories he had heard from the old man in his childhood had become boring and even a little outdated after he thought he was becoming more mature.

When he was sixteen years old, his grandfather was gone, he was sad, but it was just that, after a few tears, life went on as usual.

To this day, he can't remember what his grandfather looked like, let alone what his grandfather said to him, and he has even forgotten that every year when it snows, his grandfather will take him to build a big snowman.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what do you mean by this, why don't I understand." The child's immature voice sounded again.

The old man gently touched the child's head, "When you grow up, you will understand." ”

The child nodded and said with a smile: "Then I want to grow up quickly, and then I will be able to understand what my grandfather said." ”

The old man's face was kind, but his voice was a little trembling, "Promise grandpa one thing, when you grow up, if grandpa is gone, you must be happy every day as you are now." ”

The child blinked his big eyes, "Why is my grandfather no longer here when I grow up?" Grandpa, where are you going? ”

The old man suddenly turned his head, looked in the direction of Liu He again, and pointed to the sky, "Grandpa is not going anywhere, grandpa is there, and he accompanies you every day." ”

The child looked in the direction his grandfather pointed and smiled brightly.