How generous the warrior is, he wants to dominate the world.
Driving a long journey, I forget about the orders I receive.
A good bow holds a black horn, and bright armor shines brightly.
When faced with danger, one disregards life, and dies with his soul flying away.
How can I fight for my life on the battlefield just to save my body
Loyalty brings glory to generations, and righteousness makes one’s name known.
Pass on your reputation to future generations, and your integrity will remain unchanged.
A thin crescent moon has reached the zenith, there is no wind and no clouds, it is a perfect time to offend the morals.
Outside Chunxiu Building, a man stood tall in the street. He was over six feet tall, about twenty years old, and thin. He wore a black woolen hat, a smooth black suit, with his chest open, a high-collared white shirt underneath, and the best weapon in the martial arts world on his shoulder: a box gun.
A closer look reveals that his lips are painted red, his eyes are like lacquer, his face is like a pile of pearls, and he is outstandingly handsome. He has lofty ambitions, is naturally intelligent, and has a naturally sunny appearance. The traitors boast about their ability: they can gamble.
Who else could be such a great man if not Li Youcai
Looking up, I saw the three characters of Chunxiu Tower on the plaque on the door, which seemed to be glowing even at night. Listening carefully, I could hear the singing and chirping of swallows, the cries of women and the sounds of nature everywhere in Chunxiu Tower.
Looking up at the moon, I couldn't help but sigh: Sister Qin, I am sorry for you, and even more sorry for your man. Xiaofeng, find someone to marry when you have time, and stop bothering me. I am really... I have no energy but no heart. Second sister-in-law, I am ashamed of you. I promised to steal you out of the sea of suffering, but unfortunately we are still separated. Alas -
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A luxurious room, filled with a faint musky scent, plum blossom stools, a carved bed, an oil lamp on the eight-immortal table, and a listless little girl lying beside the table. She was wearing a small flowered jacket, small flowered shoes, and had her pigtails braided into a ring. She stared at the oil lamp with bright eyes, without saying a word.
Suddenly the door opened and the plump and plump Jin Ma walked in. The little girl quickly stood up, rinsed a cup with water, filled it with tea, and placed it steadily on the table.
She twisted her hips and sat down, then took a cup of tea and drank it slowly. Mother Jin took a breath and said, "I'm finally done with my daily work."
Xiao Hongying quickly stood behind Jin Ma and patted her shoulders with her clenched fists.
"Girl, you have to practice hard. You have to be good, virtuous, and shy. It's not good to jump up and down all day. In the future, Jin Ma will rely on you for her old age."
"I'm not a very good person, am I?"
"I'm not talking about following me. I want others to think you're good. I want you to be good to death. Ouch, it feels good. Beat this side too. Well, have you seen everything I told you to see?"
“I saw it, but I don’t understand it.”
"Well, I have to tell you about this..."
At this moment, the voice of the doorman suddenly came from outside the door: "Hey, Captain Li, if you want the girl, you have to go this way..."
The door opened with a clang. The force used to push the door was quite strong and it was still swinging.
The big and small in the room turned around to look. Jin's mother was surprised. It was Li Youcai? The little girl pretended to be surprised. He finally came!
"Hey, why are you here again? Isn't it enough what we talked about all day? I think you are crazy. You still want to chat with a girl at night? The price is different!" Jin Ma thought that Li Youcai came to see Xiao Hongying again, so she stood up and spoke.
Li Youcai stepped into the door and stood still. He didn't even look at the little girl, but stared straight into Jin Ma's eyes, which made Jin Ma suddenly get goose bumps.
Then he said solemnly: "Actually... looking for her was just an excuse. It was to let me pass by you again."
Mother Jin shuddered and took a step back, almost knocking over the plum blossom stool.
Li Youcai took a step further: "I believe in fate, what about you?"
Mother Jin's legs went limp and she sat back on the stool. She really wanted to ask Li Youcai if he had taken the wrong medicine, but she was reluctant to ask.
Li Youcai went further: "We are both fallen people, I don't want to pretend to be noble. But..."
Mother Jin leaned against the table, raised her hands and pressed them on her chest, and said blankly: "What... do you want?"
Li Youcai took another step forward and came to Jin Ma. He lowered his head and looked at her thickly powdered face. He almost gritted his teeth and said five words: "Young cows eat old grass!"
With a thud, the guy who followed the door fell down, then crawled away along the corridor in panic. If he continued to watch, his outlook on life would be ruined.
Jin Ma was sitting at the table, with her back against the edge, with no way to retreat or hide. Although she was looking up at Li Youcai closely, it was a pity that her face was covered with too much makeup, so it was impossible to tell what her expression was.
"You damn bastard! You don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. You actually set your sights on me. Do you believe that I can crush you, the shameless one, into small pieces of noodles?" Jin's mother said in a bad tone.
Li Youcai suddenly smiled delicately: "You dare!"
Xiao Hongying was stunned. Seeing the two of them in such a swagger and how arrogant they were, how could they start a fight? What was going on? Just as she was at a loss, she suddenly heard Jin Ma say, "Girl, go out first and close the door."
Xiao Hongying looked at Jin Ma and Li Youcai suspiciously, but unfortunately neither of them looked at her and continued to stare at each other, as if their hatred was as deep as the sea and as raging as fire.
She lifted her small shoes and stepped out of the door, then turned around and closed the door. She was a little worried about Li Youcai, so she didn't leave immediately, but leaned against the door and listened secretly.
Not long after, a whip sounded in the room, and then there was a snap, which seemed to be the crisp sound of a whip being swung in the air.
Then Li Youcai asked in surprise: "What do you mean?"
"My dear, don't worry. Now, I am Wu Meiniang and you are Zhang Wulang! You have to call me 'Your Majesty'." Then there was a burst of laughter from Jin Ma.
"Oh my god... You can't play like this! Oh my god - let me go quickly..."
"Hehehe... little slave, admit it... I promise you will never forget it..."
"ah… "
The little girl outside the door couldn't see what was going on and was confused by what she heard. What a mess! Wu Meiniang and Zhang Wulang playing house? I'd better get out of here first!
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The sky is high, the mountains are green, and the morning sun shines on a barren slope.
On the barren slope, there is a cemetery with new and old graves, some of which are bare and some are covered with grass, high and low.
There were puffs of smoke, and pieces of ashes floating in the air. An old woman and a thin young man knelt in the graveyard, heads bowed, and silently burned paper money.
The young man knelt, silent; the old woman knelt, tears streaking her face. The flames were not noticeable in the sunlight, and one could only see the rapidly expanding black edges of the pieces of paper money, which turned into choking smoke and ash, floating away in the air.
"Little one, before you go, swear in front of your dead father and in front of our ancestors that you will be a man of integrity!" The old woman's voice was low and hoarse, full of sadness.
The young man fell headfirst to the ground, creating a shallow dent in front of the grave.
The old woman threw the last handful of paper money into the fire, raised her dirty sleeves and wiped away her tears: "Little boy, when you get to the army, you must be honest and do your duty. You must hold a gun, go to the front line, and kill the devils. Don't learn from your brother! Remember?"
The young man knelt and turned around, facing the old woman, and bowed his head again: "Mom, I remember."
"Don't forget."
"I won't forget."
"You're so young, let me see you again." The old woman shed tears and trembled as she stretched out her dirty, black and skinny hands to hold her son's childish face.
Reluctantly letting go, he wiped his tears and sighed deeply: "It's getting late, the road is long, let's go."
The young man in dirty and torn clothes walked towards the towering green mountains in the distance, and his thin and short figure went further and further away.
The old woman stood stiffly in the cemetery on the barren slope, leaning against a dead tree and looking at the grave reluctantly, her eyes blurred with tears.
Only when he could no longer see his youngest son and his body seemed to have turned into towering green mountains did he hobble back to the grave.
She muttered absentmindedly to the tombstone: "It's all my fault. The eldest brother became a traitor. It's my fault as a mother. I'm sorry to the Xu family and to Xiao. I made Xiao unable to hold his head up in the village for the rest of his life. It's my fault as a mother... You can't blame the eldest brother entirely. It's my fault as a mother..."
Not long after, the old woman's body was hung on a dead tree in the cemetery. There was not a breath of wind, and it did not move or sway. It was warmly bathed in the sunlight, as if it was a withered fruit produced by the dead tree.
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The young man walked silently among the mountains and silently under the sunshine.
He started crying only after he turned around. He was afraid his mother would see it, so he waited until he turned around and left before crying.
In the past, my brother was my mother's glory, he was Section Chief Xu, the envy of the whole village, my mother was honored by his son, the villagers praised him all day long. Now, my brother has become a traitor, leading the Japanese, the villagers scold him every day, how can my mother live well alone
But now I have my mother's hope and instructions on my shoulders. I can't look back even though I am worried about her. I can only move forward firmly. When I become a strong Eighth Route Army soldier, I will come back with pride to show my mother!
So, the thin and short figure never looked back, and kept walking towards a distant place he had never been to...