Looking at the river platform, Chu Tao sat alone in the stone pavilion, leaning on the railing and resting.

Under the clear blue sky, the chrysanthemums in the garden are gorgeous, splashing, or elegant, or warm, or deep. The colorful brilliance is dazzling in the morning sun. Behind the rockery that bypasses the trail, Qin Shi and his newlywed wife Junzheng are strolling through the flowers, helping each other hand in hand. Picking a chrysanthemum and inserting it into the sideburns of the beauty, immediately, the shy smile on the opposite side was like a cloud. The ears and temples are grinding, sweet and drunk.

Chu Tao turned his head, smiled lightly, and looked up at the sky, the clouds were flying, and the birds were jubilant.

When the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the pain in his heart was also chasing after him. The woman who played with flowers and plants in the courtyard every day, the guilt that she didn't have the courage to face......

"Lan ......," he muttered, pulling away from the phantom.

got up, wanted to drink tea, raised his arms, looked at the white yarn wrapped around his hands, and gave up. In the end, as if he was reluctant, he hooked the handle of the teapot with his hand. The moment his fingers touched the body of the pot, it was as if he had been pushed into the abyss. It wasn't pain, but more unbearable than the piercing pain was the numbness of the senses—as if the hands had never been his own.

With a bitter smile, his hand could not hold a cup now.

The distant and long voice shook in his ears in a trance: "The bones are broken, the tendons and veins are broken, and they are incurable." "Qi Heng bought off many famous doctors on the North Shore, but they either didn't show up for the clinic, or they couldn't come under various excuses. Those who had to come because of Qin Shi's face left behind such words. It is even said that his lung meridian has been severely damaged, and he will not live for more than three months. He watched Qin Shi knock these people out of the door like a joke, and listened to him roar all the way: "If you don't treat it, you can't cure it, why curse people to die?" Then he calmly persuaded Qin Shi: People have good fortune and misfortune, and in the rivers and lakes, how can life and death not be taken for granted?

He didn't know if he had lived for three months, as the famous doctors had cursed, and he didn't care how many days they were willing to say, even if they said he wouldn't survive the sunset. But he knew one thing was true: these hands were useless.

coughed heavily, and the sound implicated the wound in the heart.

Closing his eyes, the thud of the heart-wrenching blow quickly pierced his consciousness, causing him to fall into numbness once again, sinking into near-death despair. The cold light of the back of the axe, the flying of blood, and the sound of his own knuckles shattering were chaotically entwined in his mind.

What does it mean to be wasted? He hadn't thought about it before.

When the situation gradually subsided, and the leisure time overflowed the entire space, and he didn't know how to spend it, these two demonic words finally found him.

If he wasted his hands, he could no longer play the piano, and those melodious and lingering piano sounds had nothing to do with him from then on. He can't drive a horse anymore, and the figure that gallops in all directions and is as light as a goose has nothing to do with him from now on. I can't hold the sword anymore, and the pride of being elegant and fierce and bravely slaying the enemy has nowhere to complain from now on. All dreams, suddenly, evaporated into air. It seems that this body, without landing on the ground, has become a residual leaf in the wind.

He can look down on life and death, but if the life of these hands comes to an abrupt end, where should Chu Tao, who used to play swords and sing in the past, go? How can he have any reason to live again? He can't bear to live a day of walking corpse. But do you want him to face death like this? An undignified death will make him even more humiliating.

There is no way out, but the endgame of having to go.