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"I believe that everything is God's best arrangement"

Xu Ao smiled miserably, turned off his mobile phone, and threw it into the fish tank. Eight years have passed, and everything in the past seems to be dust to dust, as if it will never leave a ripple in my heart again. Only when she is occasionally vulnerable will she think of this number, as if no matter what she replies. The heart will be better.

It's just that she doesn't know that this time, he won't be able to hold on after all.

Walk to the window, hold on to the railing with both hands, and look out at the sea below the cliffs. I just want to be able to make myself better. But the more you look at it, the emptier it becomes, and the more you listen to it, the more sad it becomes. Almost standing, but knowing everything, even though he has a lot of money, he finds it boring. As the business grows bigger and bigger, so does the pressure. I have had the idea of suicide a few times, but after all, it will be saved by a text message. Only this time, he was desperate after all. Climb up the wooden fence and take a deep breath. Dressed in white like a meteor, under the cliff, there are rocks.

I still remember that when he was born, his grandfather originally intended to name him Xu Ao, which meant to be the leader. But at the insistence of his mother, he changed his name to Xu Ao, which contains two meanings, one is that people must be proud, and the other is that he is her pride.

For twenty-eight years, he did not disappoint his mother after all. Famous high schools, famous universities, and independent entrepreneurship finally sat on the chair of the richest man in Taoyuan County. If you don't stand up, your career has been established. It's just that since graduating from college, he has lost his smile.

Roommate Little Pig once said: Four years, even a pig, will be moved. But he touched the pig of his roommate, but he couldn't move the little pig he loved. After graduation, although there was occasional contact, most of them were out of politeness between classmates. Occasionally, a classmate who was closed to the news asked about their marriage, and he just said lightly: whether the shoes fit or not, only he knows.

As the career grows bigger and bigger, so does the pressure. But the man who accompanied him to share the pressure chose to stay in that city. The occasional text message was the only way he could relieve stress. It's just that today, the life-saving text message has become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Another text message came from the mobile phone in the fish tank: don't think about it, it's unforgettable.

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As if he had slept for a long time, there was no imaginary pain of broken bones, and there was no suffocation of sea water entering his lungs, Xu Ao opened his eyes, a thatched hut, there were clothes in the house, there were farm tools, and he slept on a clay kang. Since then, there has been one less young talent Xu Ao in the previous life, and there is one more widower's son dog baby in Kyushu in this life.

When I was a child, the dog baby seemed incompatible with the children around me, silent and unsmiling in front of outsiders, when other people's children were still playing with mud and catching grasshoppers. The dog baby loves to sit next to the old widower and listen to him boast about the story of joining the army. In that story, the warlock who can ride the wind, the fierce general who cuts a thousand armors with a sword, the war drums at the head of the city and the singing of the city, and the red face of the man all make the dog baby fascinated. The smoky and busy past life became more and more blurred, as if it was just a dream after a high fever. And this Great Zhou Warlock rode the wind, swayed up to 90,000 miles, drank white dew to the sun, and slept with the gods at night, which is the flesh-and-blood reality. The large and small vassal states, the decaying but still full of deterrent power, the low-blooded but tenacious Daqin, the night sheng song dogs and horses drunk, the dynasty and the three poles of the Great Qi that no one woke up, the great Chu rich in beauties and fierce generals, the orphans and widows sitting on millions of iron horses Dayan, the raw cannibal Xirong are deeply engraved in his heart. One day, he will go out of the mountain to see the king of Zhou, who is known as the true immortal in the world, the Western Qin Sword Saint who is crisscrossing with a sword, the invincible person Tu Baiqi, and the dream-like Yunmeng Daze.

At that time, the dog baby was only two years old. Always ask the widower: "Can we learn the law, can we learn swordsmanship?" The widower always smiled and touched his little head: "Yes, yes, our village, but we are all descendants of the Zhou family, just practice a spell, that can be earth-shattering, ghosts and gods!"

It's just that as she grows older, the dog baby feels more and more that the old widower is bullshit, what kind of human realm master, earth realm true immortal, is completely fart. Maybe the stories of these immortal generals, like the valley in the back mountain that is said to be inhabited by immortals, are just stories of coaxing children, and they can't be true.

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The wind blows from the Weishui, bringing a rare touch of coolness in midsummer, the whole village is shrouded in a rich green, this year's sun is particularly dazzling, even this year's reeds are taller and bigger than in previous years, dense algae cover the water, and the occasional bubble also seems weak.

Knowing it, he chirped twice, and he no longer had the interest in singing. The frogs in the rice fields are also a little depressed.

This small village by the river belonged to Qin's territory, and most of the men in the village were recruited from the campaigns over the years. There was only a group of old and weak people left in the village, and at night, the doors of every house were closed. In the west of the Great Zhou, on the border of the Great Zhou, human life is like weeds, and it will be easily trampled and withered.

Without the protection of the strong men, if a few Xijon soldiers crossed the border, the whole village could only be bullied. This is the fate of being a frontier person. Generation after generation, born here, grown here, and died here. Inherit the burden of forbearance and humiliation, and bury the seeds of revenge deep in your heart.

They have no power from princes, they cannot practice magic, they cannot soar in the air, they cannot call the wind and rain, they cannot summon lightning and thunder. They are just the bottom of this society. Not a slave, more like a slave.

The real Qin people hated them and used strong means to coerce them, believing that they would not stop or resist Xirong. Xijon thought that they were Qin, so he used more ruthless means and tougher force against them to force them to bow their heads. The Qin people are ruthless, and Xirong is even more ruthless.

Qin looked down on them, and Xirong looked down on them. Qin's officials are coming, and they are going to grovel. The soldiers of Sijon came, and they were going to plead for flattery. Qin said to the east, they did not dare to go west, Xirong said to the north, they did not dare to go south. This nominal Qin Di was bullied by both sides. The catastrophe of exterminating the race will come one day, but it is just a difference between one day earlier and one day later. The people here just have the wish that they can last one day at a time, and that they can live one day at a time. There was no surplus food, no sword. Any one of these could kill an entire village. Decades of forbearance, decades of hard work, generations have gradually become numb. No amount of resistance was exchanged for bloody killings and endless deaths. How much resistance has brought only greater pain and more misery.

The people here are most looking forward to having a boy in the family, and the most unwilling thing is to have two boys in the family. A boy was added, and when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he could sign up for the army, and his taxes would be halved. The most fearful thing is to give birth to two boys, because maybe one day, they will be in different camps, wielding swords and stabbing their siblings.

Bear with the humiliation, at least you can live one more day and sleep one more day. If you listen to the words of the Qin people, Xirong will raise troops, and if you listen to Xirong's words, the Qin people will raise troops. The left is also dead, and the right is also dead. Those who are torn between tigers and wolves will one day be devoured by tigers and wolves. Villages that do not have the ability to protect themselves will one day be destroyed.

The people here still have a trace of extravagant hope in their hearts, hoping that there will be such a person in the village who will awaken the noble bloodline and inherit the innate power in the bloodline. From now on, they don't have to worry about turning into plasma under the iron hoof.

But extravagant hopes are only extravagant hopes after all, and for decades, this village has been dilapidated day by day, and the so-called bloodline is just the so-called bloodline.

When night covered the village, a sharp knock on the door of the dilapidated hut suddenly came to mind, which attracted the wild dogs of the village to bark wildly. The knocker couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Dog, dog, open the door, I'm your father"

"Here," a six- or seven-year-old boy replied weakly, dragging straw sandals to the door.

The figure outside the door quickly flashed into the house: "Dog baby, quickly pack up your things, Dad will take you out"

The young man threw off the straw sandals on his feet and lay on the clay kang tiredly: "Escape, how to escape, you say it is easy"

The old man scooped a large scoop of water from the water tank in the corner of the house and poured it down with a gurgling face. He carefully dug out a few small grains of buried gold from the ground in the corner of the wall: "Dog baby, don't sleep, Dad told you seriously, do you remember the wooden bird that Dad mentioned to you?"

The young man sat up with a stiff face: "It's done?!"

"It's done!" the old man squinted at his son.

"Hurry up, hurry up" The young man jumped off the kang and dragged his father to rush out

"Don't worry, don't worry," the old man slapped off his son's thin paws.

"It's you who is in a hurry, it's you who is not in a hurry, since you can escape, don't hurry up" The boy was simply a little hysterical, in the days here, he had seen too many misfortunes since he was a child, and what was even more tragic was that they couldn't escape from here. If you are caught by the Qin army, you will die, and if you are caught by Xirong, you will also die.

Until one day, his father mysteriously told him that he was making a wooden bird, and when he was done, he could fly out secretly with him and fly to the legendary Taoyuan Wonderland, and he would be carefree from then on. He always thought that this was just a dream of his father getting high for a while.

"Let's go back to the second watch, when I came back just now, Widow Li in the east of the village hadn't slept yet."

"Dad, you went to peek at Widow Li taking a bath again"

The old man's face flushed: "Get out, you little cub knows a fart." Go get out there and pack your things."

Finally, in the second half of the night, the father and son picked up the little belongings they had and secretly slipped away to the back mountain.

"Dad, do you think this woodbird can fly?"

"Of course you can, can't the paper kite you usually play with also fly, don't talk nonsense, go quickly"

"But Dad, you said that this woodbird won't fall off when it flies."

"Just you little rabbit talk a lot, one more word, see if I don't tear your mouth apart"

The dog baby tightened her clothes and ran towards the back mountain after the old man

There was silence in the dense forest of the back mountain, and the occasional crunch of stepping on a dead branch became the only sound at the moment.

Smack, the dog baby had forgotten that this was the first few dead branches to step on, only to hear a "whoosh", an arrow shot from behind, nailing the old man running in front of him to the ground

"Daddy!"