The first moment he learned the news, Chixiao's mind was a little cloudy.

He didn't make any noise, and sat quietly.

It was late at night.

Joy was sleepy, wrapped in a shabby quilt from the hostess, and fell asleep against him.

Chixiao didn't close his eyes, he just sat quietly, sitting from night to dawn, until the sky was bright, he closed his eyes for a while.

After closing his eyes, he didn't fall asleep.

He had seen many wars and what it was like to have died in them.

But unlike in the past, he used to be a calm bystander, a cold-blooded and ruthless bystander who stood beside the victor, but now he is a victim of it.

What is war?

It is a sword quenched with great poison, piercing your skin and piercing your bone marrow, and even if you die, it will leave a highly poisonous venom on your soul, making death uneasy and unsatisfactory, and living with fear day and night.

Chixiao didn't understand it before, but now he has a thorough understanding.

As soon as the day dawns.

The farmhouse became busy, and even if there was nothing to do, some people took a breakfast of rice porridge and pickles to the ridges and chatted with the neighbors who were busy in the fields, as if they were afraid that they would never see each other again after the next night.

……

Chixiao didn't go to the city, and he felt that it was not a bad thing that the news was blocked now.

He continued through the mountains and forests, and somewhere deep in the mountains, found a small log cabin for hunters to hunt, and did the life he hated most before to feed chickens and chop wood.

After he decided to stay, he planted a cherry blossom tree in front of the door, and looked forward to the cherry blossom tree blossoming and bearing fruit every day, and the flower season came and went, and time passed quietly, and he lived with his fingers broken from the beginning, and finally he couldn't even remember the spring and summer.

He spent most of his time in a daze, and the only purpose of his life was to fulfill Gu Qingjing's last wish.

"I fought until the last moment, I spilled my blood on the earth, I don't pray for God to give me another chance to be born again, I just want a pair of eyes to see what I want to see, I want to know that all my efforts are meaningful."

These were the words written on the letterhead he had taken out of a familiar package when someone had delivered it to him long later.

He read it many times, and every word was engraved into his heart.

He spent five years in the mountains and finally got the news of his victory in the war.

The country, which had once dominated the surrounding countries in a fierce posture, finally woke up at the last moment and won the war at a terrible cost of three-fifths of its population.

"It's finally over."

When they got the news, neither Chixiao nor Joy were too surprised, and the people who really suffered the pain of this war did not have much mood swings, because they had already lost everything they could.

The rest is to live with this walking corpse.

"I'm going to break the buds." Joy said.

Chixiao didn't move, and she didn't urge.

When he grew up, Joy understood that Chixiao was a papier-mâché tiger, not only was he not afraid of him, but he always loved to complain about him.

"Growing vegetables like you will starve to death sooner or later, and you can't even remember the harvest season."

Chi Xiao thought to himself that it was okay, at least he still had the hands and feet to steal vegetables.

He threw a tile into the fish pond, watched it jump three times on the water, and happily collected it.

"I decided."

"Not anymore."