Liu Peilian slashed in half.

On the morning of the execution, I gave him money and asked the jailer to bring him a roast chicken.

This roast chicken cost me a full twelve taels of silver.

As usual, I must not be reluctant to do so no matter what.

But to see him off, this silver is like flowing water, and I don't feel it at all.

At noon, the sun was red like blood.

I sat on the hill on the outskirts of Beijing, facing the direction of the execution in the south of the city, pouring a pot of hot wine for Liu Peilian.

Listen to the bells ringing in the distant city.

I closed my eyes and threw the remaining wine in my hand down the mountain.

Respect Liang Yi, respect thousands of nameless battlefield lonely souls.

I think my mindset has changed. <

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