On the night of his eighty-fifth birthday, when the guests dispersed, Nie Mingyu, who was already full of gray hair, lay on the bed and took out the white hosta that had been with him for decades from under the pillow.

He never married, and devoted almost all of his time and energy to the battlefield.

When the war started, he defended his family and the country and fought on the battlefield.

In peacetime, train soldiers and protect the frontier.

Many people praised him for his invincibility, praised him for his dedication to the country, and dedicated his life to protect Tianjin.

And at this moment, Nie Mingyu looked at the hairpin in his hand, he had long since lost his spirit, and between his eyebrows, he looked more like a kind old man.

He also asked himself, regrets?

Maybe there is, especially after entering old age, looking at the soldiers under his hands, one by one, starting a family, and one by one children and grandchildren around their knees, if there is no envy at all, it is naturally a lie.

But he doesn't regret it, probably because the people he met when he was young were so amazing that in the future, he always felt that no one could surpass him.

Over the years, every time I dream back at midnight, Qingmian sits on the railing drinking and listening to music, and the appearance of smiling in my eyes always appears over and over again.

It is said that after a long time, the appearance of the deceased will slowly fade, but over the years, the scene in his memory has been remembered over and over again, and has been described over and over again, and it has already become unforgettable and will never fade.

In the past few years, Nie Mingyu has found that he is really old.

The broadswords and spears that used to be wielded casually are now quite difficult to wield.

In the past, he said that he was the same, but now he has become much gentler.

Occasionally looking at the bronze mirror, his head was full of gray hair, his face was full of wrinkles, and in a trance, he couldn't even remember what he looked like when he was young.

Only, I remember Qingmian's appearance clearly.

She will never grow old, she will always be in her prime.

He remembered that when he learned that Qingmian and Yi Wentian were going to get married, he broke into Yi Shui Pavilion and wanted to see her.

At that time, in the face of the heavily guarded Yishui Pavilion, he had only one thought in his heart: he must see Qing Mian, and he must prevent her from getting married, otherwise he will never have a chance again.

But the moment he saw her, he realized that he had no chance for a long time.

At that time, there was surprise, helplessness, and even a little indescribable guilt in Qing Mian's eyes, but there was no love alone.

At that time, he felt that that day was the most depressing and painful day of all his life.

But he was wrong, it turned out that the most painful thing was not to see the person in his heart and others make a promise, but to hear the news of her death.

How could she die!

How could she die!

It took him many, many hours to believe that the news was true.

He broke into the Yi Shui Pavilion again, hoping that it was just a joke, or just a prank, and when he arrived, he could see her still smiling and drinking.

However, there was no joke, no pranks, and even he didn't see her one last time.

All he saw was Yi Wentian, who was depressed and painful.

Later, he received this hairpin and a letter from Qingmian.

Although he didn't understand what it meant, he cherished it and left it behind.

This is what she left for herself, this is her relic.

When Yi Wentian came to the door and wanted to retrieve the relics, he sympathized with him.

He knew that what Yi Wentian was aiming for was not a relic at all, he just needed to find a reason, find something as sustenance, so that he could live.

If he really wanted to snatch it, Yi Wentian would not come to the door when his skills were greatly reduced and he was confused.

He shot in a measured manner and didn't hurt him. After all, between Yi Wentian and Qingmian, there is still a child to raise, which is the only bloodline that Qingmian left in this world.

It's just that after being entangled many times, Yi Wentian still couldn't support it and fainted.

After making sure that there was no major problem, he sent someone to send him back to Yishui Pavilion, and then went to the border with his relics.

In the following years, Yi Wentian found him more than once, fighting, and bickering.

The two of them are obviously rivals in love, but gradually they also have a sense of sympathy.

In this world, there is probably no one who understands each other's relationship better than them, and understands each other's thoughts about Qingmian.

He also once wondered what that letter meant, and even thought about it crankily, thinking that maybe the Feng Qingmian who made the marriage contract with him at the beginning and the Feng Qingmian he saw later were really two people.

Such an idea is so absurd that even he finds it funny.

But while laughing, he remembered what the emperor had asked him, if there was no marriage contract, would he still like Qingmian.

The answer is always the same, yes.

It's just that he thought about it for a long time later, if he didn't have that marriage contract, maybe he would be less obsessed.

The most heart-wrenching thing in this world may not be that you can't ask for it, but that you miss it.

He always felt that if he had been less rebellious, had returned to the Imperial City earlier, had been able to see Qing Mian earlier, and had long before she met Yi Wentian, maybe everything would have been different.

But he also thought that if his funny conjecture was true, and it was indeed two people, then even if he went back to fulfill the marriage contract, what he saw at the beginning might not be her later.

It's probably really because he is too obsessed with himself, and he gets into the tip of the horns, and all kinds of ideas come back and forth, endlessly.

But so what, this life is short, he doesn't regret it, he saw that amazing enough person when he was young, and he doesn't regret it, he is alone in this life.

It's just that if there is an afterlife, he wants to meet her sooner, no matter what his identity is, no matter where he is, as long as he is earlier.

In this life, he was one step late.

In the next life, let him take the lead.

Nie Mingyu clenched the hairpin in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

In the dream, he once again returned to his youth, to the moment when he first met.

By the railing, a pretty and agile woman held a wine jar, standing in the wind, her clothes and hair fluttering, indescribably free and wanton.

Seeing him coming, the smile in his eyebrows became more and more victorious, and he raised the wine jar in his hand at him, "Nie Mingyu, come and drink!" ”

The next day.

The sun shines evenly, giving life to everything, and every day seems to be a new beginning.

In the palace, the subordinates knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered, and when they came in, they found that Yu Wangye went last night.

Holding the white hosta in his hand, he was smiling and calm, as if he had no regrets.