On that snowy day at the beginning of the year, just when Gao Qiujiang was about to completely despair, the final appearance of Moganshan freed all the pain in her emotional depths. At that moment, her mind was overflowing with a warm spring breeze, and she remembered that she was rushing to meet her, and when she threw herself into Moganshan's arms, both of them slipped and fell, and then they were so entangled and hugging and stumbled all the way back to Moganshan's residence, and she cried heartily next to the red fire. She is like an orphan who has lost her home, and has found her only relative in a foreign land thousands of miles away, so she has an endless stream of confiding. She has endured too many emotional tribulations, her heart is filled with too many resentments, and her grievances can be weighed. At that time, although they were immature, they were also real, and they neglected the great destructive power of traditional etiquette under the bewitchment of love. Regardless of the kinship between their "cousin" and "cousin" on the plain of Zhangde Province, they are not allowed to be "immoral and contrary to human morality", even without this relationship, the strength of the richest man in the north of Zhangde Mansion and the status of the Mo family's small farmers constitute an insurmountable disparity. Their love is destined to open in comedy and end in tragedy.

Half a year after returning to his hometown in the rain seven years ago, the old lady of the Gao family finally noticed the "misdeeds" of the young man, and solemnly announced with a trembling silver beard that no one from Gao Qiujiang's sister-in-law's family would be allowed to go to Gao Mansion from now on. If the young lady does not abide by the discipline of the lady and does something embarrassing again, she will implement the family law and agree to be executed by the clansmen.

As a result, the young faith of the man and woman was quickly destroyed by the high pressure of the family. Mo Ganshan ran away from home in a fit of rage, went to Hebei Wupeimei's army as a soldier to eat food, and because of his bravery, good fighting, righteousness and light death, he repeatedly made military exploits, and was soon promoted to company commander.

In the following two years, Gao Qiujiang fought to the death to refuse the marriage proposals of several wealthy families, and in the autumn of the year when the Japanese army attacked Guziguan, he followed a group of exiled students and defected to Jiang Wenzhao's team. After the Tojo Mountain Incident, the old lovers met by chance, but at this time Moganshan had already married, and took out his anger on Miss Gao for what the Gao family had done, and for a long time, they either ignored it or sneered, and even deliberately took his beautiful wife to the barracks and humiliated Miss Gao.

Gao Qiujiang's sad tears all flowed into his stomach. The heart is discouraged as death, and hatred comes from heaven. In those dark days, she gradually became vicious. She drank heavily, beat people, and even smoked white noodles for a while. But all of this does not seem to be able to relieve the growing pain in my heart. Suddenly, one day, she found a way for her mind to break through, and that was - shooting.

Oh, shooting, it's a really dizzying thing.

The first time she touched the cold, sleek trigger with her trembling fingers, when the sudden burst of fire exploded in front of her eyes, when a delicate metal object flew at some imaginary enemy at extraordinary speed of her own will, she felt her body become full and full in an instant. The pleasure and pleasure are hard to tell.

It was the instructor surnamed Ji who had a unique eye and was the first to discover this woman's passion and talent in shooting. Since then, a delicate seven-tone pistol has never left her waist.

Finally had a chance, she intercepted Moganshan. On a hillside, she didn't say a word, fired seventy rounds of bullets in one breath, the gun hit the target, and a poplar tree nearly a foot thick fifty meters in front of her was cut off at the waist, and Mo Ganshan was dumbfounded. After the fight, she stroked the scarred stubble, and the silent tears flowed unstoppably like rain leaking from the sky.

She only said one thing to Mo Ganshan that day: You can get out.

From then on, she thought that she would no longer have a relationship with Moganshan. You can enter the realm that is close at hand, and the heavens are far away. However, this is self-deception after all.

It's hard to say goodbye when you meet, and it's even harder. In fact, in these years, her heart is still indeliblely active with the heroic boy who rode a horse and shot on the northern plain of Zhangde Mansion in March. It is precisely because of this that after she accepted the task of traveling far away, she seized the opportunity to find the snow without avoiding risks, recklessly, and even without shame - she was going to leave before she left, but all her thoughts.

On that snowy day, next to the brightly colored charcoal fire, Moganshan buried his head deeply, silently listened to her tell over and over again, and silently wiped the tears on her face again and again. Mo Ganshan said, "I'm sorry for you. ”

She grabbed his arm and said, "You're not just sorry for me, you've really hurt me." You wake a woman from her slumber, you make her see a door that shines in the sun, but you hear footsteps outside the door, and you hurriedly close the door and slip away. Do you know what you left me, it's a knife that pierces the heart. ”

Mo Ganshan said: "I didn't expect you to be so infatuated. ”

She pinched Mo Ganshan's arm even more fiercely and said, "Who do you think of me?" Do you think I'm really a watery poplar slut? Did you know that when a woman falls in love with a man, it is promised with her life? You broke up with that woman, and you want to be with me. ”

Mo Ganshan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I can't do it." At least not at the moment. ”

Gao Qiujiang's eyes widened with tears: "Why? ”

"I can't abandon her when she's not with me, I can't," Moganshan said. ”

She raised her teary eyes and said, "Then I'll wait, and I'll wait until the earth is barren." I'll wait until the day I die. ”

Mo Ganshan's face was filled with a huge expression of pain, and he muttered, "Don't do this...... Akie, I know your heart...... However, I have already injured one, and I can't hurt the second one......"

Gao Qiujiang's crying stopped abruptly, she raised her pale face, and looked at a certain place in a distracted manner, there was no longer resentment or longing in her eyes. She saw a dark night in a realm of things and self-forgetfulness, and saw a woman standing alone under the solemn clouds.

She stood on the ground for so long, her legs stiff. After standing for a long time, my heart is as calm as water. Finally, she cast her dull gaze fixedly on the red coal-fire.

What kind of charcoal fire was it, the black charcoal burned a transparent dark red, one hugging the other, burning and melting each other, occasionally peeling off a crisp explosion or two, like an unknown whisper. There were no lights in the house, only a charcoal fire that shimmered in the color of roses on the four walls.

Right next to the pot of charcoal, Gao Qiujiang unbuttoned all the buttons on his body, showing all the beauty of a woman who had been brewing for more than twenty years. She didn't know why she did that, maybe she didn't have enough reason, maybe the whole world had a reason in her hands. To do is to do, not to start or finish. Once you've done that, you're ready to travel far away without any worries.

Now, there are only two things that follow Gao Qiujiang, and that is a cheongsam and a pistol. These two things are also the basic weapons of her trip. As soon as she wears a light cheongsam, the charm of gender emerges spontaneously, and it always reminds her steps. Beautiful women wearing beautiful cheongsams and walking on the bluestone roads of Luo'an Prefecture constitute a unique and charming scenery.

No one would have thought that behind this beautiful scenery, there was also a Browning brand seven-tone pistol looking around.