Shen Yunchi Fanwai

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People who have been walking alone in the dark have never imagined what the light would look like.

He had experienced countless hurried passers in his life, and he had never bothered to remember what they looked like, or how they behaved, or how they talked, or anything else.

From childhood to adulthood, the pride of the sky, at a very young age, he naturally took over the military power from his father, and became the youngest and most powerful person in charge of the six central provinces, and the six provinces under his rule stayed away from the war, resisted the import of opium from abroad, signed a gun ban to strictly prohibit arms smuggling, and the people's lives were basically safe.

He was born like a god, high above him, who could take the world under his control, and shelter or destroy it was just a thought. However, he does not understand the most ordinary emotions in the world, the gods seem to naturally lack a common feeling with the world, he does not know why people live and why they die sadly, why some people are so sad when they are separated from others, why people fear death as if they are afraid of the devil.

The third master of the Shen family has been indifferent since he was a child, and the old man has taken a fancy to the child's character very early on, and he is trained as a successor. The other children's answers were that they wanted to make contributions to the country, or be a doctor to save lives, or use the pen as a weapon to whip the troubled times, and this future ruler of the six provinces only wrote a few words on the paper he handed in.

I don't know.

Extremely calm.

The old man showed him briefings in the army at a very young age, involving things like strategy and tactics, Shen Sanye could answer even at a young age, calm and calm, and was a natural leader. But once he happened to be asked whether he preferred to protect the people or invade and plunder, but the child did not give a definite answer, but was quiet for a while, his thin lips pulled up slightly, and his tone was a little boring:

“…… None of them are a little more fun. ”

He didn't know what it meant to be born.

I don't know what is there to grieve when I die.

I don't know what praises are there to protect the people.

Aggression and plunder, infamy, what is there to care about.

It's always been such a senseless attitude. Later, after taking charge of the military, many people were afraid of him, the means were bloody and violent, and if he fell into his hands, life would be worse than death, and his fluttering eyes were enough for the enemy to scare his courage - but in fact, for Shen Sanye, it was not so important whether the means were cruel or not, but it was more efficient, so he did it and didn't think about anything else. The respect or fear of others is only a passing thing, and there is nothing worth caring about for him.

His world has always been dark.

Walk alone.

So much so that when I saw the light for the first time, I was stunned for a long time.

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It turns out that I want to live a good life to like someone, and that's what it feels like. It turns out that there will be joy and sweetness with someone, uncontrollable heartbeat and breathing, uncontrollable gains and losses, and the mention of the word death will make the heart shrink - it turns out that death is really such a frightening thing.

On the train to Jiangnan that time, it was clear that stepping on the train was a life of death, but he did not hesitate and must go in person. She once asked him, Third Master, are you afraid of war?

He said at the time that everyone has a life and death, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

But when he stepped on that train to find her, the fear and palpitations were real, and he couldn't have the slightest indifference and calmness.

Until he sat down.

Separated by a narrow aisle.

A thin slit.

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A place that can be reached by just taking two steps forward.

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The girl's small face was buried in the collar and her eyes were sleepy and closed, and two small braids hung down in front of her, looking petite and cute, soft, because her eyes were closed, her eyelashes hung down thickly, and the light of the headlamp outside the window reflected her white cheeks.

Lights fell through the cracks in the carriage.

Slice the space.

It's as if two worlds have been broken.

Two kinds of light and shadow.

Half is light.

Half dark.

The long figure was silently darkened.

Look at the light that is close at hand.

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It is the light of his life.