He stood, looking at this piece of world, and had a strange feeling. Truly speaking, he is not a person who belongs to this world, so he can't experience the feeling of the aborigines of this world, that feeling, or rather, he uses a perspective from another world from the beginning to the end. So he is confused, so he can't see, so even if he steps on this piece of land and smells the smell of this world, he always has a kind of estrangement from this world.

"So what's the point of me doing that?" He picked up the flask hanging from his waist and shook it before he pulled the cork that was plugging the bottle, poured a few sips into his mouth, and drank heartily.

The wine is so tasteless, there is no taste at all, a bucket of wine, you can't drink your own taste. For him Lin Doujiu, it is really ridiculous, it is obviously the name of Doujiu, but he can't drink the taste of wine, only the faint spicy taste on the tip of the tongue shows that he is drinking wine.

As a child of the Lin family, he was actually able to return to his home planet, but the current home planet, even after a long period of recovery, is still full of devastation. Even if you return to your home planet and look at those scenes, you can't feel the emotions of your ancestors. It is said that there are all kinds of things there, including the iron will, the long road of life and death, but he can't understand it, he can't understand it, so Lin Doujiu came here.

He also has an older brother, but there is no comparison between the two compared to his own more confusion. Lin Doujiu smiled, the wine trickled down from the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping along his chin, and wetting the collar part of his coat little by little.

Tying the wine jug and hanging it on his waist from the heart, Lin Doujiu began to move on, stepping on the ground barefoot, there were stones and sand, which made his feet hurt very much. But as if he were unconscious, he went on, stepping barefoot on it, with a rhythm that was neither fast nor slow.

With this pair of fleshy feet, he came to Bingzhou from Jingzhou, where he was located, along the way over the mountains and mountains, when encountering water, the initial wound on the soles of the feet, the worn flesh and skin, has gone through healing again and again, and has been injured again and again, and finally in the last delicate soles of the feet, there is a thick layer of calluses. is using these two feet, but there is no road ahead, he has walked out of his own road, walking alone, with wind and rain.

Along the way, to the present, Lin Doujiu has seen too many things, seen horse thieves slaughtering villages, seen robbers kill people, and saw those people shed their last drop of blood in order to protect their homes. He didn't feel much, because this was their home, their country, and their world. His home, his kingdom, and his world are not here.

He just watched, didn't lend a hand, watched the killing, watched the fighting, watched them being killed to protect their homeland, watched their wives and daughters being insulted and taken away, and saw too much. He didn't move, he watched quietly, and only when these horse thieves and bandits did it to themselves, would he shoot and kill.

Sometimes he feels like he's cold-blooded, but so what? He can't realize it, he can't realize it, as the most maverick existence in the Lin family, he has seen too much, and there are too many things that he himself has forgotten.

It is said that in the history of the empire, there was once Emperor Qin who swept Liuhe, wielded a sword trick to the clouds, and there was also someone Wujiang who sang goodbye to Haoyue, and even if he died, he could support the ghost hero. There is also a song full of red rivers, broken mountains and rivers, sworn to die just to protect this eternal night. In the history of the empire, there are too many heroes, just because there are too many, so Lin Doujiu can't remember it clearly.

He only remembered that they cried and laughed, lived and died, and came and went. Just like the ground under this foot, it looks ordinary, but no one knows if it was also soaked in someone's blood in the distant past. Even if it wasn't, it may be in the future. Even if there is no one in the future, but even in the empire, there are countless people who have paid their lives for this inch of land and for the soil that can be held by one palm. It can be said that this is the home and country they are guarding and the world!

Lin Doujiu's feet are extremely hot, and the continuous warmth is a temperature that can burn people. This is because of the heat spreading from the soles of the feet after walking for a long time, and it seems to be because of the cold under the feet, but every inch of the land is scorching.

Yes, he doesn't understand, even if he foresees it, he has read it, it's different, because he can't empathize. So Lin Doujiu didn't know that there were once people who walked 25,000 miles and stepped through the snowy mountains and meadows with their flesh and blood, their boiling blood and beating hearts were once so violent, and they did not hesitate to destroy their once small family for a new world. They are for the country, for the world, first the world and the country, and finally their own home, but the rest is only fragmented.

At that time, just like at the beginning of the empire, it was stormy, and it was precisely because of countless people who sacrificed their homes that a country was achieved. For now, at least, the Empire has lived up to the sacrifices of those who have gone forward and succeeded, and the blood that has been shed by those people.

And what about that time? What about the A.D. era? How many people have failed to live up? How many have been forgotten? They take the future that some people once gave their blood and everything they hoped to create, and they have fulfilled their own wanton, extravagant, and destructive present. They don't care about this one country, they only care about their own home, they only care about themselves, and they don't even care about sacrificing national interests to achieve themselves.

can't empathize, so Lin Doujiu doesn't understand, doesn't understand why someone will give everything they have for this, including their lives, including the future, just to fulfill other people's squandering. However, he had a little resonance, and tasted something from the four words of family, country and world. It is only a little understanding, even if it is known, but it cannot represent his identity, nor can it make him realize.

Those people are not for someone's simple home, but for this country, for a big country that can accommodate everyone! What they once believed in was that this country would not fail them, that even if someone forgets, the country will not forget them, and even if one day they forget and betray, there is a land of blood that can remember them forever.

"Home, country, world." Lin Doujiu muttered, but he was still confused. It is because I know, because I see, that I am extremely confused.

(The number of chapters is wrong again, life/��(╯_╰)╭)

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