"The first time I met her was when she was a little girl, about your age." Bai Zhijun smiled and looked at Qiao Ran.

He was born in Jinshi, but his ranking was not high, although he was lucky to stay in the capital after the list, but his ranking was not high and he was not blessed by power, so he naturally couldn't find any good places. He was assigned to the library on the west side of the Guozijian and became a scribe who sorted out the collection. If there are no accidents, his life is probably from his youth to his old age, until he died, and perhaps no such person in this world will ever know that such a person exists.

Not everyone is born knowing what they want, and the same is true for him, living according to the rules. The only pleasure of such a hard life is probably to be able to get in touch with the 10,000 volumes of books in the library.

He was Mrs. Cen who met at that time.

In the collection of 10,000 volumes, a red dress suddenly crashed into his eyes like fire, as if a plain world suddenly crashed into a bright color.

With red eyes, she handed him a long list of books, saying that she had been laughed at and had no ink, and that she wanted to borrow some books to learn to compose poetry.

This was the first time that Mrs. Shun, who had come from a general's background, had come to the library to borrow books, and he looked at the long list of books, and gently persuaded her that these books were not suitable for a first-time reader like her.

That day, Mrs. Cen left empty-handed, and he thought that the matter was over, but he did not expect that she would come almost every day after that, pestering him to ask him to teach him to compose poetry.

At first, he refused, but he couldn't resist her, and finally compromised. So he taught her to compose poetry, and she looked at him with a smile. He was not a fool, and he could read the slightest emotion in the bright eyes of the girls and the poems that were plain but embedded in his small characters.

Half a year later, she blocked him at the door of the library and showed him her heart.

These things have passed for too long, and he can't remember what he thought back then, but he knew that he had a palpitation in his heart at that time, and he liked her very much at that time.

However, it is not enough for two people to be together, and identity is a gap that they can never overcome. He understood but didn't have the courage to bring it up, and she hadn't thought of it yet.

This kind of self-paralysis will not last long after all, that day still came, Mrs. Cen told him that the family had set up a marriage for her, it was General Chai, who had become famous, she thought about it for a long time, they were indeed very happy together, but it was not enough to be happy together.

She finally grew up and understood this, and then made a choice without hesitation, obviously she provoked him at first, but in the end he was abandoned.

One is a tiger girl, and the other is a general who is becoming famous, a pair made in heaven.

He didn't say much, and when the girl told him that she had asked her family to help him find a better errand, he smiled and thanked him, but his heart was dead by then.

That's it.

He continued to stay in the library day after day to sort out the books, and the days seemed to be no different, and she came again once to give him a letter of recommendation for the errand.

He still smiled and thanked him, and his expression was not unusual.

Then Mrs. Cen got married, with ten miles of red makeup, he took one last look at her on the roadside high-rise and left Chang'an City.

"I pride myself on being a big-hearted man who can endure the humiliation of my crotch, but I can't bear the handouts from her." Bai Zhijun said and smiled bitterly, "Even if you have to give up the income from the ten-year cold window, it is no exception, so I choose to leave." ”

He went to the border with the conscripted army and crawled through the army.

In fact, after that, he had seen her and General Chai once from afar, one was a young and promising general and the other was a sassy heroine, at that time he was just an inconspicuous existence in the hundreds of thousands of troops, and no one noticed his gaze.

It seemed that he would look up to their existence so much for the rest of his life.

The world is impermanent, and no one expected that General Chai, a rising star, would fall so quickly, with poisoned arrows and his life on the line.

People are sometimes very strange, it stands to reason that for General Chai, a "rival in love", he should be resentful, but in fact he is not, but worried.

He didn't know why, but probably because he saw with his own eyes the people who were oppressed by the Huns' iron cavalry, the soldiers who rose up to kill the enemy to the last moment of their lives, and the devastation outside the prosperous era of Chang'an, these scenes that he had only seen in the pale rhetoric in the book appeared very clearly in front of his eyes.

It was like ingesting the soul of the blow, and there was a seed in the heart that took root silently.

As soon as General Chai has an accident, this side of the frontier will lose a brave soldier, so he doesn't want General Chai to have an accident, and the hero's ending should not end like this.

That day, he lingered outside the camp for a long time, until midnight when he saw a medical woman carrying a medical box come out. He couldn't help but step forward and call the medicine girl, and in the dim firelight, the doctor girl in gray robe looked up, revealing a delicate and resolute face.

His heart stagnated for a moment, and then he beat wildly, and the past that had been abandoned was completely let go after this glance.

Her name is honeysuckle, she is a doctor in the army, her family died under the Hun iron horse, she stayed in the army by practicing medical skills for a few years, and became a doctor girl with the army.

After that, General Chai and Mrs. Cen returned to Beijing, the former hero and a woman from the Jiangmen was far away in Chang'an, and he and Honeysuckle stayed here, the real world is on different sides.

Starting from a nobody, because he was a jinshi and familiar with military books, he gradually emerged in the army, and after being mentioned by Major General Huang, he gradually became a famous military general from a lonely and unknown jinshi.

His life, which used to be hidden in the library and could be seen at a glance, has since changed dramatically, and his name will be left in the history books.

It's not that there are no regrets, honeysuckle, his wife has been running with the army all the year round, and her already not very good health has left the root of the disease, and after a few years of accompanying him, she finally died. He was so sad that he couldn't help himself, but in the end he kept his promise to her and lived with his thoughts of her.

He thought that in his life, Bai Zhijun had not been sorry for anyone, including himself.

It wasn't until this time that he was ordered to return to Beijing to see Mrs. Cen.

He didn't deliberately inquire about General Chai and Mrs. Cen, but because of General Chai's former identity, their affairs would inevitably come to his ears.

General Chai didn't last a few years or went, which is embarrassing, Mrs. Cen is a heroine appreciated by His Majesty, and General Chai's orphans are also emerging under his teaching.

That's good, he thought. That past was also put down after encountering honeysuckle, and even when he saw Chai Jun who was introduced by his colleagues, he was very happy, and Da Chu Erlang's bravery will be passed on from generation to generation.

This young man has too much of the shadow of General Chai on his body, and he has made no secret of his appreciation for the young man and has reminded him many times.

Then, I inevitably met Mrs. Cen.

It's just that the rumored heroine who resolutely raised General Chai's orphans is far from the woman in his memory.

She is still the same as she was back then, but her resolute eyes as if she had suppressed something terrible made him panic in the face of the Hun Iron Horseman.