Nirvana In Fire

Everyone needs to trust me. I am an idealist of the mild context. The ideal of my life is to build a harmonious society, so I will not be bad for Xiaojing. I will be good for him whether he is dead or alive...

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Outside Jinling city, the north-west is mainly flat ground, between or ups and downs of some soothing hills, only the eastern suburbs of the mountains, though not very high, are still in formation.

Lonely Mountain is the nearest mountain to the capital in the eastern suburbs. From the Tijing Dongyang Gate, you can reach the foot of the Lonely Mountains in half an hour. If you are climbing in the autumn, your eyes must be burning with red maples, but this time of winter, the bare branches of dry forest stand in the snow, and the mountain road is full of intense killing of Shawther. Pick up the steps, on a secluded side at the top of the lonely peak, with pavilions, vineyards, and awkwardness in the quaint. A hundred steps southwest of the pavilion, there is another slow slope, sloping towards the edge of the cliff, the slope is stacked with flower rock graves, two plates of fresh fruit in front of the graves, three light scents, a bright spot on Mars, fine smoke.

Late this New Year's Eve, 49 years have passed, not the days when the water drips into ice. But on the lonely hills, where the mountain winds circle, the chills still sting.

Summer and winter, dressed in a plain silk cotton robe, stands quietly in front of the grave and a pure black skirt hem flies with the mountain breeze at the fork of the robe. Her hair, which she usually wears all over her shoulders, grows high at this time, and the pale strand is still eye-catching, lined with faint lines at the corners of her eyes, describing the passage of youth.

The ashes are flying, the fragrance is running out, and the sacrificial slurry has penetrated into the soil, slowly eliminating traces. Only the name on the headstone, clearly painted by pale fingers not more than a million times, but still so red, so dazzling.

Standing here from the dawn, burning light paper, today's shadow has penetrated the gap between the branches, hitting directly on the forehead, shaking people's eyes dizzy. The fog lantern in the deep valley ahead has dissipated, you can imagine the Jinghua contour behind you, only afraid that it has gradually leached out of the white fog color, obscuring its appearance.

“Nie Feng, it's been another year...”

Since his farewell, the day has been the third autumn, but this is the real year that can pass so slowly.

Stand in front of his grave and let him watch himself grow old a year and a year. I don't know who is burning more tears and whose heart hurts more?

Perhaps when the tears are over, the blood, the pain to the extreme, is numbness.

Take a relaxing breath, if it breaks, meeting becomes the most luxurious wish in the world.

Summer and winter fingers, again gently depicting a familiar scratch in front of the tablet, the rough stone surface rubbing against the cold fingertips, every drawing beats the heart.

The mountain breeze still whistled in his ear, swallowing a terrible gap, actually mixed with a hidden human voice, blurred from the side of the mountain path.

Summer and winter, the two long eyebrows are locked tightly, with a gloomy look on their faces.

In winter lonely mountains, there are few people missing, let alone secluded, even more so at the beginning of the year. The annual festival sweep is the first time anyone has bothered me.

“Master, over there is the trail, the main peak is this way, you can already see...”

“It's all right, I just want to take the trail. It's deep, and the light is leaping. Isn't it more interesting? ”

“Yes, … you be careful, there is snow on the ground and it is easy to slip. ”

“If you hold me like this, I can't slide...”

In a gentle voice, the snow creaks. Summer and winter took a deep breath and slowly turned back without expression.

“Lord Xia...” The visitor seemed surprised. “What a coincidence...”

“Mr. Su was very happy to climb the mountain in the harsh winter.” Summer and winter are quietly spoken, “But today, I remember there seemed to be a big event...”

“It's impatient to get out of town because of the noise. It's not easy to deduce if you stay in a cold house and are invited by manpower.” Mae Chang Su did not hide anything, but was frank. "Besides, the doctor made me climb the mountain slowly and slowly back into physical strength, which is also a kind of therapy. It happened that this lonely mountain was nearest to the city, and it came as soon as it arose. What's bothering you, my lord? ”

“This lonely mountain is not mine, and naturally everyone gets it.” Cold air in summer and winter, "this is the tomb of the awkward husband, there are always few people coming, so there are some accidents. ”

“Is this where General Nie buried his bones?” Mae Chang Su stepped forward, the tone was smooth and waveless, only the long, double-eyelashes lay down, covering the dark color of the eyes, “Generation General, Su Su Su Yanwei. May I offer you a sacrifice and a little reverence today? ”

Summer and winter are frightened, but think about the fact that he has come here and that the two of them are having a snowy conversation. If you know it is your late husband's grave but you don't show it, it's not the courtesy you deserve. As for admiration and so on, the truth and falsehood are not worth studying. He nodded at the moment and said: "Thank you for your kind love, please. ”

Mae Chang Su gently walked to the front of the tombstone for the first time, kneeling down, shooting the soil as incense, deeply worshipped three times, side by side and asked softly: “Li Xian, do I remember you always carry wine with you? ”

“Yes.”

“Lend me a hand. ”

“Yes." Li Xian respectfully removed a silver bottle from the waist and bowed down to hand it over.

Mae Changsu took over the silver bottle, unplugged the bottle plug, handcuffed, and chanted, "The General's fame is divided. Towards the river beam, turning back a thousand miles, so the human race grew. Easy to water Xiaoxi wind cold, full of crowns like snow. Zhengzheng, the sad song is incomplete. The birds also know that there is a lot of hate and tears and blood. Who's with me, drunk moon? … General Ying Ling is here, if the souls cross, please drink this wine! ”

Yan Zhijiu was on the ground. He took another big sip with his hands back. He coughed slightly. He held on to it alive. He wiped his lip horn stains with his hands. His eyes were crisp and his clothes were hunting. He only felt the angst in his chest. He couldn't help but whistle.

Summer and winter stood behind him. Though he could not see the look of the tomb man, he felt it in his own words. It was difficult to hold himself, and he turned back to hold the tree trunk beside him and wept into ice.

“Lady Nie, the deceased is dead. I'm so sorry.” A moment later, a gentle voice sounded in his ear, listening to him change his name, more sour. But Summer Winter is not the widow of her council, and her proud and resilient nature does not condone her weakness in front of unfamiliar people. After quickly adjusting her unstable breath, she lifted her hand to wipe away the tears from her cheeks and restored a steady and steady look.

“Sir is generous and the survivors feel the same way. Summer and winter are here to say goodbye. ”

Mae Chang Su replied and persuaded him: “The ceremony was just a wish. I think Lady Nie's clothes are thin and she is not wearing a leather clothes. Let Su go down with you. General Nie has spirits in the sky. He must not want to see his wife suffer so much. ”

Summer and winter had already been sacrificed and were about to go down the mountain. There was not much to say at the moment. The two turned silently and walked along the stone steps of the mountain lane, shouldering each other slowly. There was nothing to talk about but snow and snow.

Fast to the foot of the mountain, far away you can see the grasshopper tea dormitory and the riding tied outside the tea dormitory, Summer and Winter faintly asked: “Sir are you going back to the city? ”

Mae Chang Su smiled: “It's not even noon yet, it's too early to go back to the city. I want to walk around in my spare time when I hear that there are wonderful stone sculptures next to the ancient town. ”

“Stone carvings in Cabernet Sauvignon? It's worth a look.” Summer and winter stopped, "With all due respect, Beijing still has business to attend to. ”

“Lord Xia, do as you please.” When the situation changed, Mae Chang Su naturally changed his name again. "The case of the inmate's murder is really difficult to investigate. Adults still have to take care of themselves. ”

Summer winter's eyes swept over like a blade, "What does Mr. Sue mean by that? ”

“What, the case wasn't handed over to the Mirror Division? ”

Summer and winter look a little colder. The case was apparently being investigated by the OPCW leadership, and she was closely involved. However, since an investigation had been initiated, it would be sooner or later known. Only this Su Zhe, he knew a little too soon.

“This is indeed a strange case, and perhaps the Division will be interested in it in the future.” Summer and winter responded in vain, neither speaking nor dying, and then asked, "But the killer is so clean, he must be a master of the river and the lake, what is Mr. Su's opinion? ”

“There are so many strangers in Jianghu energy. How dare I keep updating the list every year? Besides, when it comes to understanding people in Jianghu, why is the Pendant Division worse than the Jiangzuo Alliance? I'm afraid Lord Xia knows better than I do. ”

Summer and winter ice creamy eye waves twirl slightly, and the color of the eyes is even alert. Suspension mirrors make you an emperor's heart, and naturally you have to be free from party strife and unbiased. This Su Zhe is now almost a member of the Honor King's camp. When talking to him again, he can't help but be more cautious.

Plum Changsu lip angle with a smile slowly shifted his gaze away. Of course he knows what summer and winter are thinking. Looking at the city as a whole, other than those who understand his true purpose, after knowing that he has been involved in party disputes, attitudes have changed more or less, even Yan Yuzin and Xie Pi are no exception. If he is always treated honestly, there is only one Xiao Jingrui.

In the eyes of others, he is first of all Su Zhe, a Kirin talent. In Xiao Jingrui's eyes, he was only Mae Chang-su from the beginning.

No matter how much he revealed, no matter how many winds and clouds he flipped out, the young man's original intention to befriend him had never changed a bit.

Xiao Jingrui has been watching this party fight with peace and sorrow without ever looking beyond. He did not think that his father had made the wrong choice or that Brother Su's position was wrong. He was just saddened by the fact that the two men could not stand together, but did not give up friendship with Mae Chang Su for that reason. He persisted in his usual open-minded attitude, and Mae Chang-su asked him anything, and he answered honestly, never thinking about “the intent and purpose of Brother Su's question". This has to be and cannot be done.

Including the invitation to this birthday party, Mae Chang Su can clearly see the young man's thoughts: you are my friend and I will protect you if you want to come.

Xiao Jingrui did not want to resist his father, nor did he want to change Mae Chang-su. He only wanted to make his own friends in his own way.

Lunar breeze, more so. It's a pity that such a man grew up in Xie Fu.

Mae Changsu shook his head and sighed, stopping his thoughts. Destiny's wheels are closing in, and it's no use thinking more, because no one can reverse the causes and consequences of time.

With regard to his sentiment and silence, it was not noticed at this time of summer and winter that her gaze fell far away on the other end of the dirt road surrounding the foot of the mountain, with a gentle "eh” in her mouth.

Mae Changsu looked at the past with her gaze and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Deep in the dense woods near the bottom of the mountain, nearly 100 soldiers, some with clenched knives, some with spiked hooks, and others carrying a full roll of rope. As can be seen from their snowy and muddy boots and dirty clothes, this group has probably been traveling through the dense forest for some time.

“Did you find it?” A tall and powerful officer, supposed to be a centurion in clothing, then jumped out, his voice was bright and he yelled out as if there was an echo.

“No...”

“I didn't see anything...”

The subordinates answered, and everyone's face was disappointed.

“Didn't the Mountain Gazette say they saw it here? Shit, it's empty again!” Baifu shouted and raised his head, his gaze inadvertently turned to the direction of May and Xia. He couldn't help but stand still.

Mae Chang Su gave him a bright smile and nodded to him.

I really don't see each other anywhere in my life. I can meet someone I know intentionally and unintentionally...

All right, the bricks are smashed too. Go vote. New week, get a new record.