On that day, he defied the sunset, wore golden armor, drew his sword and pointed to the sky, wanting to be higher than the sky

Li Village is a small world, I have been missing it since I left Li Village, if I knew that choosing to leave Li Village is equivalent to choosing to enter another busy and deceitful world, I would not have chosen to enter the university of my dreams at the age of eighteen, that year, I left Li Village forever, that day, I chose to forget Meng Bieli.

I remember the day Meng Bei left, I saw death for the second time, and fear still □□ from the boundless void, but this time, it was accompanied by heartache, and I couldn't breathe in pain. At that moment, I suddenly remembered that when we were thirteen years old, he had defied the sunset, put on his armor, drew his sword and asked the sky, and then smiled at me, which made me fall in love and emotion.

In a corner of Li Village, there is an ancient corridor, the old people say that it was an ancient courtyard but was destroyed by the war, and now only this dilapidated corridor remains, we call it "Old Alley". At the end of the old alley was a family, and in that low house lived only an old man, the old man's surname was Zhao, who came from outside decades ago, and when he first came, the people in the village liked to run to him, ask him about the things outside, and listen to his vulgar stories. Later, more people asked, but his answer did not change, and gradually no one paid attention to him, only children like us, who would still run to him and listen to him tell those legendary stories. What I like to listen to the most is the stories of Lu Bu and Diao Chan, Xiang Yu and Yu Ji, for the understanding of heroes and beauties, these stories are the beginning. So much so that I think that the boys and even men in Li Village cannot be called "men", only heroes like Lu Bu are real men, and all the women in Li Village are not real women. Only a woman as beautiful as Diao Chan is a real woman. In this way, in my cognition, Li Village is a neutral existence, that is, the people in the village are not men, women are not women, in ancient times this kind of people were called "eunuchs", now it should be called "shemale".

Zhao's family has a box that he regards as a treasure like his life, and inside is a beautiful and luxurious dress, which is a costume. Every time we went, he would always ask us if we wanted to learn drama with him, but I was really not interested in those twisting and whispering things, and rejected him many times, but the old man's persistence made me feel deeply ashamed, I once asked Meng Bieli, "You say, why is Zhao Lao's immortal face so thick? I have rejected him countless times, how can he still have the face to ask me to learn opera?"

"It's not that you always run to his house when you have something to do, he thinks you're shy. ”

Wronged, I'm really ...... Who is that person? It seems to be surnamed Dou. I'm really more wronged than the one surnamed Dou. What attracted me to run to Zhao Lao's immortal house every day, rain or shine, was his box of beautiful clothes, not his disgusting operas.

I don't know if Meng Bieli leaked my secret or if Zhao Lao suddenly returned to the light and opened his head, anyway, I can't see those beautiful clothes anymore. One day, when I ran into Zhao's house in a hurry, the old man sat on a sandalwood chair, smoking a cigarette, spitting out several smoke rings, and looking at me with a wicked smile, which reminded me of the old fox and a word: old treacherous and cunning.

"If you want to wear flowers, you have to learn from me, otherwise there is no way. ”

Threaten me, you old immortal dare to threaten me, isn't it just a few torn clothes, my aunt and grandmother are not rare, you can keep them to accompany you into the coffin! I turned around in a dashing manner, walked generously, and walked outside step by step, that kind of atmosphere, that kind of world-shattering elegance, for the first time in my life. But that kind of resentment and sadness were hidden in my heart, and no one could see it except Meng Bieli.

A few days later, I waited for Meng Beili in the old lane, and that day, the weather was exceptionally good, with no wind or rain. The grass on the ground is green and full of life, the sky is hung with red and red colorful clouds, and the sunset is behind the clouds, red like a fried egg. Then I saw in the distance, the man in the golden armor, walking towards me, it was the blood-stained sky that became his background, I saw him draw his sword and swing it, and pierce the sky with one finger.

The moment he walked towards me, I had the illusion that thousands of years ago, the general who had returned from the war was slowly approaching under the expectant gaze of his wife, and this scene seemed to have spanned thousands of years and repeated itself on us.

"Take it, put it on. ”

It was a red water show shirt costume, I changed into it in the corner, and ran quickly to Meng Bieli, and the two of them sat together in the old alley to watch the sunset, and I didn't realize that the full moon was high and the stars were all over the sky.

"Xiaoyu, I will give you whatever you want, so don't pretend to be strong, it will be very tiring, and I will also be very painful. ”

At the age of thirteen, as evidenced by the stars, I received his third promise.