In October in Xizhou, the sun sets over the long river, and the strong wind is like a knife, carving this isolated city in the northwest into a cold and rugged shape.
Everyone knows that Gu Xizhou is the tiger that emerged from the cage in Xizhou, with sharp claws and an evil spirit guarding the gates of his family and country. Until the "sick crane" who waded from the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River - Shen Huaidu, stumbled into his territory.
Shen Huaidu is too thin. It's so thin that it seems to break when you hold it, and it's so pale that it's like a drop of old ink on rice paper, and it disintegrates when the wind blows. At first, Gu Xizhou only regarded him as a burden, a fragile piece of porcelain that needed to be worshiped with care.
But in troubled times, the sharpest blade is often hidden in the softest sheath.
When Gu Xizhou couldn't get through the deadlock, Shen Huaidu coughed twice on the hospital bed, and he had a good idea to break the situation; when Gu Xizhou couldn't suppress the ruffian, he was willing to go through fire and water for him with just a light reminder from Shen Huaidu. What kind of thrilling wisdom and calculations are hidden in that thin body?
"Gu Xizhou, this Xizhou City is too high and the wind is too cold. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter."
Shen Huaidu leaned in his arms, with lowered eyelashes, pressing the secret letter that could subvert Xizhou to his heart, as if he was covering up a dream that was destined to be fruitless.
Gu Xizhou's knuckles turned white, and at this moment he finally understood the preciousness of the person in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed the blood on the corner of the man's lips, and said in a hoarse and cruel voice:
"I won't let you die. You must live and watch me bring this broken mountain and river to you with my own hands."
——Xizhou in my arms is also the only ferry crossing in my life.
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