Ride the Wind

The old man sat cross-legged under the porch. He raised his head slightly and stared blankly at a certain star in the sky. After a long time, he said: "The wind is so clear and the moon is bright, young man. This reminds me of the past again." "..." "I think of the days when I was a child, catching pheasants in the woods and selling them for money, and the dawn when I first saw the sea of peach blossoms on the boat, and the scene of discussing the 'Chao Jie' with my best friends in the East China Sea, and the shock of climbing Aozu Peak for the first time, and the heroism of drinking a thousand jars of wine in one night, and the most unforgettable, that night, under the full moon, the man named Ashan held my hand..." "Do people who are about to die say that much? Are these your last words? Old man, why don't you sit still and let me cut off your head with a sword. You will die happily, and I will save my strength. Isn't it the best of both worlds?" The young man raised his sword and said. "No, it's just that I used to be as crazy as you. Seeing you is like seeing me when I was young. But, young man, I was hundreds of times stronger than you are now!" The old man stood up slowly and said... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.