When night falls, darkness floods the sky, the light is drowned out, and so is the Milky Way. There were patrolling troops walking past the walls, and the cold wind swept over the walls, blowing cold the armor of the soldiers.

The knife was unsheathed under the moonlight, and it was held tightly in his hand, and the blade was as bright as a mirror, and it was obvious that these soldiers had to sharpen their knives every day.

The border south of the Yangtze River is rich and comfortable, and there have been countless literati and writers coming and going here since ancient times.

Yangzhou is the land of dogs and horses, there is a poet born in the prime minister's house in the late Tang Dynasty, Botong classics, more than 20 years old to be famous all over the world.

However, his life was bumpy, his ambition was difficult to pay, and he was unable to serve the country. In his later years, he was so disheartened that he burned his early poems, and fortunately, 12 out of 10 have been passed down to the world. Most of these poems are handsome and handsome, but there is a poem recalling the years in Yangzhou, but it expresses the bitterness and regret of his life.

The rivers and lakes are full of wine, and the waist is slender and the palm is light.

Ten years of Yangzhou dream, won the Qinglou Bo Xing name.

In the bustling Yangzhou, the lively green buildings, the wandering wreckage, and the indulgence in wine, these are the two years in the short life of the great writer Du Mu.

Zongqinglou has a good dream, but when he wakes up, he has to face the cold years and the sinister heart.

Who else can you trust in the red dust? Who else won't deceive yourself?

In a forest outside the city of Yangzhou, the finger-thick branches are already covered with snow, and this year's winter is exceptionally cold. It was a bone-piercing cold, and when the wind blew, it seemed that the whole person would become an ice sculpture, and then the ice sculpture would shatter, like bricks and tiles, and finally the bones would be gone.

The snow in the forest reflected the night, and the moonlight was desolate, chaotic in the biting cold wind. There is a faint fire flickering in the depths of the woods, which inevitably reminds people of the story of Du Mu burning poetry manuscripts in his later years.

The night wind and snow poured and crawled on the earth. When the wind stretched and tore the flames into a face shaped like a skeleton, Shu Lingxue threw the last paper money in her hand into the fire.

Her throw caused the flames to fly up, almost burning the man who was squatting on the ground.

The man quickly stood up, his handsome face flushed with fire. The wind blew the half-burned paper money away, leaving fine paper ashes on the snow, which tied the man's heart like a thread.

"Are you okay?" Shu Lingxue frowned, her eyes full of worry. She naturally saw that the man was not burned by the flames, but she still couldn't help but ask.

Perhaps her words had something else to say, because tonight was no ordinary night.

It is not ordinary for men, so it is not ordinary for Shu Lingxue.

The man was still holding a wad of paper money in his left hand, he was not angry because of Shu Lingxue's carelessness just now, but took her hand with his right hand and said, "It's cold, you go back first." I'll go back when I'm done burning this last bit. ”

Shu Lingxue pursed the corners of her mouth and said softly: "I'm not cold, I said that I would accompany you to finish the burn." ”

The man bowed slightly, showing pity, and said, "I've hurt you." ”

"It's hard to see you, but now I'm not bitter, I'm very happy. Shu Lingxue held the man's right hand with her other hand, trying to bring him some warmth with her already cold hands.

Feeling her cold hands, the man took off his coat and draped it over her body, and said with some blame: "Although the winter in Yangzhou is warmer than in Liaodong, it is much colder than in Nanzhao. I said I wanted you to make a new set of furs, why are you disobedient?"

Shu Lingxue smiled: "Doesn't it cost money to make new clothes, I don't have any money." ”

If others say that there is no money, it may be possible, but if it is said that Shu Lingxue, the god of gambling, has no money. I'm afraid everyone in the world will be angry to death.

The man also knew that she was joking, but in fact he didn't want to walk around Yangzhou, so as not to be discovered by the spies of the Lost Water Villa.

"When I take revenge, let's retire. The man looked down at the burning paper money, the breath exhaled from his nostrils became heavier, and he put the paper money in his hand into the fire.

He used to put it, and that action was extremely respectful, because it was a person worthy of respect.

Seeing him like this, Shu Lingxue realized that she was a little rude just now, and walked forward half a step forward and said, "I didn't deliberately throw the paper money into it just now, I ......"

"It's out of the way, I don't blame you. ”

This time, he held her hand with his left hand and hugged her with his right hand. The two watched in silence as the paper money burned. She rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes half-closed, and said, "I have received news from Sheling, she said that Qi Chu has returned. And in the afternoon, I have sent a message for us, and I will meet Qi Chu at Baima Lake at noon tomorrow. ”

Since Shu Lingxue and Sheling returned to Yangzhou, the two have acted separately and lived in different places. This way that both people will not be exposed, and even if one is killed, the other can be safely evacuated.

The man's eyes narrowed before he asked, "Will he help us?"

Shu Lingxue was already sleepy, her voice was low, and she said, "He will, although the Gu King is dead, he hasn't found the person behind the hunt fourteen years ago." ”

The man hesitated and sighed, "But we can't deceive him with this. ”

He has beautiful eyebrows and pure eyes, and he is not a scheming person.

I only heard Shu Lingxue say: "I can't care so much, if there is no Qi Chu to help, we have no hope." ”

In fact, she didn't want to calculate Qi Chu, but when her life was at stake, she was forced to do it.

"But that's not good. ”

"There's no time, Mei Huang won't help, I don't want to pull Sherin into the water. What's more, even if Shering does his best to help us, there is no chance of winning. So there's only Qi Chu!"

Shu Lingxue bit her silver teeth and suddenly opened her eyes, as if she was a little persecuted, and asked the man to agree no matter what.

In addition to the sound of the wind, there was only the sound of the heartbeat of the two. The man looked down at the paper money that was almost burned out, and kicked the paper money that was not under the bottom with his foot.

The fire spread, and the bottom paper money turned to ashes.

I only heard him sigh and say, "Okay, I'll listen to you." I know you're all for my good. ”

Shu Lingxue's heart warmed, no matter how much she paid for the man next to her, it was worth it. Not because of how much she could get in return, just because she loved him.

With the night above their heads, the snow under their feet, and the moonlight, they left hand in hand. There is desolation behind it, and so is the road ahead. But they can't stay, because that would trap them, and it would be tantamount to waiting for death.

Those who place their hopes on tomorrow, if they do not work hard today, when tomorrow comes, they can only place their hopes on tomorrow.

Fortunately, as long as people live, there will be tomorrow, so hope will continue to be reborn.

Sadly, just because there is always a tomorrow in life, hope is just hope.

If people live and treat every day as if it were their last, there will be no tomorrow and no hope, but hope will become a reality.

But it takes courage, the courage to dare to push yourself into a corner, leaving no way back.