Da Deyun

After the hall master returned to Beijing, Liu Xiaoting and others were all on the list, and they were promoted several levels.

It's just that this time he returned triumphantly, but he didn't see any joy at all. His brothers used to ride together on that bloody BMW. The white-feathered black arrow should have killed the enemy and defended the people, but it pierced through his brother's chest.

The hall master resigned, and apologized to His Majesty, saying that he was lacking in talent and learning, and was powerless, so he should be a good teacher.

The imperial court cherishes talent but does not force it. His Majesty left the memorial for half a day before the decree came down.A lot of things were rewarded, except for official positions.

He saw Meng Hetang's talent, and it was a waste of time and effort to keep people from paying attention to what he could do for the court.

In His Majesty's eyes, Meng Hetang is a talented person with both civil and military skills, and he has the righteousness of his family and country at heart, let alone an indecisive generation.It's a pity, but it's a pity, soft-hearted.

Those who achieve great things, don't stick to small details, let alone love their children.

Not to mention war, this person must have sacrifices and regrets in his life; where can he find a perfect thing that does what he wants.What's more, as the commander-in-chief, the enemy is the most jealous and apprehensive at present, and he can't bear the compassion. If one person moves, the whole army will be shaken.

He will not do wrong things, let alone choose the wrong person; every decision is attributed to righteousness, he is a hero in the hearts of the people and a pillar of the country.

But he couldn't pass his own test, and there was no cure for his heart disease.

It can be said that he has a family and country in his heart, is not afraid of ordinary love and difficulties, and does not behave like a woman; in private, he is cold-blooded and ruthless, like ice and wood that will not melt or melt.

There are different opinions and no consensus.

He moved into Qitang holding the salute, and went up to the back mountain to have a drink from time to time.Now the tung tree is growing better, perhaps because there is a pair of bi people buried under it; the tears have been shed early, and the remaining one is submerged in the loess and blooming like flowers.

Sometimes he also went to the study to listen to the master's words, and he would not say anything if he didn't want to listen. Just listening, he felt at ease.

The teacher is still alive, and he can still be a teenager.

The master would put down the book and invite him to have a drink or two; there would be a small stove next to the low table, with silver coals burning red and crackling, and the smoke from brewing tea would rise.

"It's not your fault," said the master.

"No." He shook his head, set his gaze on the lingering steam rising from the porcelain cup, and said, "I just don't understand why."

That day, he originally thought that Lao Qin avoided him because he was afraid that he would not be able to make a move, but he never thought that it was because he wanted to die together.

That day, he originally thought that Yu Chao would cry and talk about the safety of his parents, but he never thought that she would commit suicide with a smile on her face.

Everyone clearly walks their own path, and there are choices and sacrifices, but as long as it is right, all of this is beautiful.

But after such a long time, he went from being confused at the beginning to being uncertain now; looking at the bright moon outside the window at night, he always asked himself, is it true?

He is also one of the sentient beings, there is no distinction or exception, and there is nothing wrong with the choices he makes, and everything is for the sake of his family, country, teachers, and teachers, without any selfishness.

But, how did it become like this.

The master refilled the tea for him, and he retracted his manner and raised his hand to take the tea from the cup.

Fingertips are warm.

"You just did what you were supposed to do." Master said, with a heavy brow and eyes, looking at the snow falling outside the window and feeling the time flies by.

In a daze, it snowed heavily yesterday, and the children were still playing; today, they have grown up in a blink of an eye.

"They just chose what they wanted to choose."

To live in this world is to choose, choose what to eat, choose what to wear, choose to be comfortable or motivated, choose to be silent or whisper; some people choose what they think is important, and some people choose what they like.

No one is wrong, and no one can blame anyone.

"Master..."

He lowered his head, not knowing whether it was the mist making his eyes dim or his heart was sour and wet; a tear fell from his pupil, fell into the porcelain cup, and melted into the fragrant tea.

"What am I doing all this for?"

"For the heart of a child, for the righteousness of the family and the country." The master said, frowning and pushing the handkerchief in his cuff; looking at the soft little crying bag.

It is said that a soft-hearted person is really ruthless when he is ruthless. Naturally, he will not hesitate and will never be indecisive; but when he turned around, the arrow that pierced someone else's chest pierced his heart, and he will never heal in this life.

"That day, if I knew about Lao Qin..."

"That doesn't change anything." The master interrupted him, and opened the fan lightly: "Soldiers of the three armies, people on the frontier, everyone has parents, wives and children, and everyone deserves to die."

No one should say what they should or should not; no one wants to live if they want to or not.

It's a blessing that one person can bear the burden of one person's mistakes, and the nine clans are not implicated, it's God's mercy; think about how many people died overtly or secretly because of this war?There is always an arrow to end.

"Master, I've always thought that one day I can drink their wedding wine." He was a little stunned, as if recalling the happy appearance of that person when he received a wedding invitation in the past.

"People are alive because they have shortcomings and cherish them even more."

"Good boy, ah."

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People are beautiful because of regret.

"Then I don't want to be beautiful."