Boss Yu, Chixiao himself, licked the oil on his fingers, and raised his eyes: "Something?" ”

Gu Qingjing raised the things in his hand and asked with a serious expression, "Can I ask what your purpose is?" ”

Chixiao didn't answer him this question immediately, but slowly finished eating what he had in his hand, and then said very solemnly: "The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband." ”

“……”

“……”

Speechless.

Chixiao felt aggrieved, he rarely memorized a poem, but the other party didn't react at all?

Gu Qingjing seemed to sense his thoughts, coughed lowly, and his palms clenched into fists slightly to his lips to hide his laughter.

"Boss Yu is not a loser in singing, this poem is really ...... Well...... It's impassioned. He pondered for a moment before he could come up with the last accurate adjective.

After speaking, he didn't feel convincing enough, so he nodded firmly: "Well, that's it." ”

Chixiao wrung his eyebrows: "But what do I think...... Doesn't it sound like a good thing? ”

Gu Qingjing helped him stuff the last of the most delicious duck legs into his hands: "You think wrong, you are indeed praising you." ”

Is it?

Chixiao was skeptical, and then gnawed on the duck leg.

Nibbling and gnawing completely forgot about it.

It was late at night.

He was still sitting on the windowsill and picking his teeth, and outside the window was the brightly lit Shuai Mansion, but this didn't seem to have anything to do with Gu Qingjing's small courtyard, and Chixiao inexplicably thought of the current situation of this country.

Isn't that what it sees?

But what can they do?

Wrong.

Something must be done to survive.

Although Gu Qingjing's current condition must be recuperated, Chixiao still took him out.

Walking out of the bustling illusion of the Gu family's compound, you can see the true appearance of this city.

Pedestrians passing by are either indulging in drunkenness and greed.

Or a pedestrian who is in a hurry, but has a dull face, does not know why he is busy, why he is running.

War gripped the country, and those who did not know the height of the sky continued to squander it with recklessness, while those who felt its brutal power in advance lost their way early because of their powerlessness.

I walked down an old street and came to the gate of the city.

Chixiao took Gu Qingjing to climb the city wall and looked in a dark direction.

"I've been to many places with the troupe before, and I remember that the place where I was born seems to be Ningnan."

Gu Qingjing's eyes shrank when he heard this name, and his breathing stopped obviously.

The first news came that the most Ningnan had been invaded, and the brutal enemy army had washed the entire city in blood, not sparing women, children, and children, and overnight, a city had become an empty city, containing only tens of thousands of unjust souls that had been scattered not far away.

However, because of the blockade of news, other cities close to the center were completely unaware, and some of them even thought that the other party had really come to talk to them about international cooperation.

"Actually, I don't have a deep impression of that city, but I remember that the watermelon there is delicious, and since then I have traveled all over the country, and I have never tasted such a sweet watermelon again."

It's not just the sweetness of the taste buds, it's a magical power that makes the heart soften.

"Something is sad when it's not when you lose its present moment, and when you realize you'll never have it again."

The so-called home, the so-called country, are such precious things, so they are worth guarding desperately.

From ancient times to the present, all the years of peace, peace and joy are built by stepping on the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of soldiers, which is not an innovative road, but an ideal road built by countless people with blood and flesh.