Under the gently swaying firelight, the letter was like this:
"… It has been almost a year since we parted ways in the South. I don't know what your family has become, and I don't know if you are still as willful as before. After we parted, I occasionally learned about things on your side from some news, but I don't know the details. It's not good for me to inquire more about you from my position, that will bring you trouble. Of course, I know that you always understand what the big picture is.
The road ahead is not easy, this is a consensus that we have long known, so even if it is difficult for you to walk, I will not comfort you. Since I returned home, the development of various things has not been as smooth as I had imagined, and I have encountered some big and small troubles, but don't worry, I have settled them one by one, and many enemies have died in my hands. As for how powerful I am, I'm afraid you have already heard some of it. Anyway, you have known it for a long time, right? "
When she saw the words "I won't comfort you", the girl under the firelight wrinkled her nose. She didn't need to be comforted, but in fact, from a certain point of view, this "I won't comfort you" was like a man caressing the top of her head, giving her a feeling of comfort. It made her feel refreshed and refreshed. When she saw the narcissistic words "right or wrong," she could not help but laugh, as if she wanted to laugh at him.
"I don't know …" she said softly.
"… Now that I have just gained a foothold here, I think you are too. My friend in the North brought me news about you, what you are going to do now, and what happened to your father many years ago. I really want to come and see you, but the situation does not allow it. Now, he may have already told you my opinion, and I also know that even if you listen to it, you will not leave. So I just want to tell you clearly what I expect.
I am a timid person, but I know that sometimes in life, there are some things that cannot be retreated. Now is the time that you feel that you cannot retreat, and I agree. Ah Gua, morality, faith, and determination are all very good things. Many times, even if we have to take great risks, we shouldn't leave them behind. I don't intend to let you leave them behind. That's the person I knew back then. I just want to remind you to always remember what you're doing, and think clearly about the difference between danger and death.
I really want to know how your business in the south has developed. Even if it's just starting, I'm looking forward to seeing it now.
I can still remember the way you looked when we talked about these things in those days. You smiled very happily. Now I have to admit that I felt guilty in my heart. You are a smart person. Perhaps when we parted, you realized that my passion for this matter was not enough. The reason for this was not because it was a lie, but because I understood the difficulties involved.
What you want is a world where everyone can be independent and confident, where everyone has the ability and the opportunity to grasp their own destiny. Perhaps that world can exist. But before reaching that point, it might require an unimaginable effort from a generation, a few generations, or even a dozen generations. I don't have much hope for it, but you chose to do it, even if you're smart enough to understand how difficult it is.
This is what you have to do, but please forgive me for staying out of it. I, who is equally powerful, chose another urgent matter to deal with. I have imagined your failure countless times. Because of various reasons, I only left a glimmer of hope for you in my heart. Perhaps there is only a one in a million chance. Many years later, you have overcome many difficulties, and I can see the seed you planted begin to sprout. That is also the glimmer of possibility that I most want to see.
That possibility is like the change you are facing now. I want to remind you of the difference between danger and death. You are very smart, but after all, you are still young. You have spirit, vigor, and anger. You will remember what your father experienced. You will see the miserable state of those who failed. You will see the enemies you want to kill no matter what. You can rush to take the risk, but you can't rush to your death. Don't be impulsive.
Risking death to fight for the slimmest chance of victory, this is the attitude of doing things. But facing the danger of death and trying to die, that is only the behavior of a coward.
There may already be many people like this around you, including that friend who came from the north. I'm afraid they are already prepared for this. You are smart, so you can clearly see this. I have no intention of criticizing these people for not being brave enough. In life, there will always be times when people feel very tired and powerless. Sometimes, they feel that those who survive will be condemned by everyone, despised by others or themselves. They will feel that living is even more humiliating. They would rather die a worthy death. Eighteen years later, they will be a good man again. These people are already braver than ordinary people, but it is not enough.
An immature person will bravely die for a great cause. A mature person will live in humiliation for a great cause. What is important is not the meaning of living, but whether or not the matter is done well in the end.
As for me, I have said so much. I don't know if you understand, but the last few words I want to say are actually not some great thing. In the whole thing, what I have said is actually more for my own selfish reasons. Whether it is this matter or the things you have to do in the future, you can take the risk, risk your life, and do your best to find a chance of victory. But you will definitely experience failure. If you fail, you have to live for me.
At that time, please live.
Come to me.
This is what I really want to say in my selfish heart. I also want to say: Don't think that this statement makes you hot-headed. This is the cold reality. All the great things cannot be done by one person. If I fail, I will also go to you and ask for your help. We have bowed to heaven and earth, so you are my person. Even if I lie to you, we are still partners. This is not shameful. "
It was signed with a very arrogant and nasty cross.
There was also a postscript: "Look after that friend. Don't let him die. Let those who are worth living live."
*****
The mountain breeze blew. The girl sitting under the firelight read the letter again and again. The expression on her face occasionally changed. But in the end, the irritation around her calmed down. She looked at the handwriting on the letter. Sometimes she wanted to laugh, but her eyes were still calm. That letter was like a knife in her arms. Even though it had a cold aura, it made her feel peaceful. The fire burned in her heart, but it did not spread to her brain.
After reading the letter many times, she sat for a while before slowly standing up. The scenery at the foot of the mountain, the undulating mountains in the night, and the spreading roads and rivers were all shrouded in the clear light of the moon and stars. She tilted her head and smiled. She couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Damn man … Ning Yi …" She felt regretful that she did not write his name in the letter.
But she finally returned to the hut and took out a long box. She put the big knife inside and tied it to her back. After walking a short distance, she found Du Sha. Chen Fan was also there. He was talking to Fang Shuchang and the others in a low voice. When the watermelon came, everyone came over.
"Uncle Du, take out the map. I want to see the surroundings … We have already crossed the Yangtze River. This is the government's territory. The further we go, the harder it will be to escape. Whether we can save the Buddha General or kill Tie Tianying and Zong Feixiao, we have to think of a way out first … "She paused and added," Think carefully. "
For the past few days, Fang Baihua and the others had been chasing the team that escorted Fang Qifo to the capital. Although they did not encounter much danger, everyone knew that the situation was not optimistic.
The plan of the two chief detectives of the Ministry of Justice, Tie Tianying and Zong Feixiao, was very obvious. Although they did not attack Fang Baihua and the others, every step they took to the north would bring them deeper into the territory of the government and aristocratic families. Once the other party attacked, it would be harder for them to escape. They also made their attitude clear. Before entering the capital, they could come to rescue them. But with every passing day, it would be harder for them to have a way out.
Fang Qifo had a wide circle of friends in the past. Now those who could gather here were the former direct descendants of Fang La or the martial artists who had been in touch with Fang Qifo. For them, even if the hope was slim, it was moral to save Fang Qifo. Some of them were honest and upright. At worst, they would "be a good man again after 18 years". What Fang Baihua hoped for was to find an opportunity to take the bait and throw the hook back. At the same time, she would sink deeper and deeper into the trap.
Liu Watermelon and the others could see this clearly. But with the friendship between Fang Qifo and the Tyrant's Saber Camp, this matter was enough to make them excited. At this time, Watermelon could find a trace of calmness, and the others could think more. On the other side, Chen Fan crossed his arms in front of his chest and could only laugh at this time. He looked at the girl with a strange look. Watermelon stared back fiercely.
In the end, the two did not fight here. Du Sha brought the map, and everyone studied it for a while. After some ideas, Watermelon asked Fang Shuchang to find some ink and paper. When she left, Chen Fan leaned over and said, "I am suddenly very curious about what Ning Yi wrote in the letter."
"Go away! Or we'll fight! " Watermelon raised her chin, but Chen Fan knew that there was familiarity and kindness in her eyes. He stopped, folded his hands in front of him, and tilted his head and smiled. Watermelon knew that he was laughing at her and walked away unhappily.
Chen Fan stood there for a while, watching Watermelon's back as she walked to the other end of the mountain road. He looked up at the light in the sky, and then at the light at the bottom of the mountain. He smiled and said to himself, "I should have peeked."
After a while, he sighed and repeated softly, "I should have peeked …"
*****
Back in the shabby hut, Watermelon found a place to sit down. Then, she set up the wooden box that hid the knife and used it as a table. After grinding the ink, she looked out the door and said, "Wait for things to be messed up and then come crying to me for help …"
Then, she held the brush and thought for a while.
Ah What?
She was quite resentful of Ning Yi's address of Ah Gua. She thought for a long time, and calling him Ah Cha was obviously too lenient … She didn't know when, but she put the brush on the paper.
"Ah Sha." She wrote down the address, and then took out Ning Yi's letter and glanced at it.
"Seeing the words is like seeing the face …"
The starry night was cold. Just as the girl, one of the members of the Two Idiots Team, was bending over the table and writing a letter. A huge and silent curtain of darkness moved toward the people of this small world, covering the sky and covering the earth.
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