The night breeze ruffled Claire's sideburns, reminding him of a long time ago......

Once upon a time, there was a silly little boy who always practiced his sword against the stump day after day, because he, like all the boys in the dusty continent, had a goal, he was determined to one day become a man like Yan Yuntian in the Nine Heroes! Once upon a time, there was a little girl who would walk up to the little boy and take out an incense handkerchief and gently wipe the sweat off the boy's forehead. Once upon a time, the forest, the meadow, was full of wisteria flowers, and it was full of footprints they had trodden. The girl would always chase butterflies in the flower-filled meadow, turn around and shout at the boy for being stupid. The little boy would pretend to be angry, chase and run up to catch the girl, and the girl looked into the boy's eyes and still shouted at the boy for being stupid, but the voice became smaller and softer.

Later, the boy and the girl were all wide, and the boy decided to go to a distant place in order to realize his dream, which was worth dreaming of and distant, and the boy took the girl's hand and said, "Wait for me." The girl looked into the boy's bright eyes and said, "Okay." Their love is so simple and simple.

They were brought together because they worshipped the same master, and then the boy set out on a journey because of his dreams, and he didn't know what was waiting for him on this journey, he only felt that the future was infinitely bright and beautiful.

He remembered the promise the boy had made, and she kept the promise and waited for the day when the boy would come back and stand in front of her as before, still smiling.

The boy's journey was not easy, everything was as bright and beautiful as he had imagined.When he was betrayed by a friend and starved in the cellar for fourteen days, when he crawled out of the cellar with great difficulty, he felt for the first time what cruelty was. From that moment on, he learned to be cruel to others at the price of his near death, and he found that the sun-drenched earth was not as bright and clean as he had seen, and the filth hidden in the depths was innumerable.

He learned to deceive, he learned to use his sword, he learned to slaughter with his sword, he learned to carry a bloody human head in exchange for gold coins.

The girl waited, waited, waited, and waited, hoping that one day the boy would suddenly appear in front of her and bring her happiness, trembling happiness...... Then until she became unconscious, she fell asleep, and in her dreams she looked for the boy's promise to her, and for one day, two days, three days...... One year, two years, three years...... Every day, the girl would always cut a groove in the tree where the boy practiced swordsmanship when he was a child, until the tree was densely covered with sword marks. Isn't he coming back? The girl shakes her head whenever she thinks of this, denying what she thinks, and then tells herself with tears that he will come back, he will come back.

So, these two people, just like that, missed, two meteors that never meet, each heading towards their own orbit.

When they met again, it was at a grand wedding banquet, at that time, the boy was already an outstanding swordsman in the country of Qiaodian.The organizer of that wedding banquet was very face-saving, and invited many famous people in Qiaodian.And she was about to marry a wife, and the heroine of the wedding banquet was her.The boy saw the girl, and at that moment, he didn't know how to describe the various feelings in his heart, but he felt that the changes in the world were like vicissitudes.

The boy raised his glass and said many words of blessing to the girl. The girl looked at the glass in her hand, and looked at the boy's face in front of her, which was not childish but mature, and felt so strange and blurry, she could hardly find the outline that once resembled.

But he didn't ask anything, she just politely said thank you, and beckoned the other guests to go.

The banquet was very lively, there were a lot of people, and the boy seemed to see the girl laughing, the smile like a purple pain, it was very beautiful, but this smile no longer belonged to him.

That night, the boy was very drunk.

The boy is Qiaodian's outstanding swordsman and is also Qiaodian's famous assassin killer. He received a mission, and the name of the mission was the owner of the wedding feast, that is, her husband. The boy's heart hesitated, but he still carried out the mission.

Then the boy went to visit the girl, and the girl was kneeling in front of the grave of the host of the wedding feast, crying very sadly, very sadly.The boy went to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say, the girl turned her face and looked at the boy.The boy looked at the tears in the girl's eyes and the tear stains on her face.He only felt that he was a sinner.He told the girl the truth, as it was, beginning, passing, The girl looked at him, her pupils flashing with horror.The girl was silent for a long time before she stood up at once, tore the boy's shoulder and said: Since you can't give me happiness, why don't you allow others to give me happiness.

Na also lowered his head and said softly, I am guilty.

The girl pulled out the sword from the boy's waist at once, the sword was very sharp, flashing with cold light, piercing through the boy's chest.Blood spread and dripped down the blade, the girl's hand was trembling, he drew the sword, and brought up a mist of blood.He didn't understand why the boy didn't hide.His hand let go, and the sword fell to the ground, clanging.

The girl turned and ran away with her face covered. She just wanted to run to a far, far away corner where there was no human being. Tears flowed in the air. The boy she once loved so much had come under her sword, and now her husband, who loved him the most, was sleeping in the ground.

The boy did not die, fortunately and unfortunately, he still had to endure the pain of being alive, and the healing scar on his chest became his wound for eternity.

Claire stopped reminiscing, and he continued to walk slowly, and those memories, from now on, will be forever dusty.

Those nostalgic for the past have long been dusty ruins when they look back.