"The Result Is Still You: Senior Brother, Xiaozhuang"

When I wrote this name late at night, the rain outside the window was falling on the rice fields in southern Xinjiang. The sound was as thin as a needle, piercing my nerves that had not yet slept. But in front of me, it was not rain, not night, not the wet ink on the paper, but the figure that always stood in the dark - Wei Zhuang. He does not belong to the light. He does not belong to the shadow, he belongs to a deeper existence, which is an obsession that grows quietly outside of time and in the gap between fate. When the whole world is praising Gai Nie's benevolence and chivalry, he is the only one who remembers the snow under the bamboo forest in Guigu Valley that night, the bowl of burnt porridge that the young senior brother cooked for him, and that night. How his warm hands tightened his collar in the cold night, and all of this is no longer a memory, but the background of his soul, the source of every breath he takes, and the glimmer of light deep in his heart that cannot be extinguished even when he looks coldly at the world, wields power, and cuts countless lives with his sword. That light is not blazing. , But long-lasting, unobtrusive, and running through life and death. It silently tells the fact that his existence has never been to achieve any hegemony or subvert any order, but to wait, to protect, and to identify the only breath for which he is willing to beat his heart among thousands of voices. But fate is so cruel. We haven't seen each other for ten years. There are rumors in the world that Gai Nie has become the best hero in the world. He protects the sky, saves Shao Yu, and chats and laughs with everyone, as if those years of sharing the same bed and the oath made in blood were just an insignificant dream in his youth. And what about Wei Zhuang? He is still in the same place, holding Yuan Hong, listening to the wind, waiting for someone who may have forgotten him long ago. This kind of waiting is not ignorance, not stupidity, but a kind of almost divine martyrdom. He uses his loneliness as a sacrifice and coldness as a shell to refine the love buried deep in his heart. He found something sharper than a sword and heavier than the night. It kept silent, but penetrated every inch of his life. Every time he drew the sword, every silence, every time he stared in the dark, it was a variation of that love. However, the world only knew that he hated him, only said that he was cold, but they did not know the source of all his hatred. It is that indescribable love, and the end of all coldness is the pain that burns the soul. I am not willing to let this kind of love become the remnants of fate. I am not willing to let such a person who uses his soul as a lamp to illuminate others but burns himself out will end up with the tragic name of "unrequited love". Therefore, I wrote this book not to rewrite, but to rectify my name and rebuild a world on paper. World, there, Gai Nie has never forgotten that his benevolence is not distributed to the world, but comes from the cold protection of Wei Zhuang. His sword is not to kill the enemy, but to stand side by side with him. They have not seen each other for ten years, there is no stranger, there is no excuse for "loving too many people", they only know each other from the beginning to the end. This is my sacrifice to all Wei Zhuang who are silently watching in the darkness. May they no longer be lonely, may they finally achieve perfection, and may the world know that there is a kind of love that does not make noise, does not take tricks, and does not dissipate due to being forgotten. It just exists, like snow falling on thousands of peaks, like the long river embraced at night, like the heart returning to its hometown, and will never be shaken. Intention: Xiaozhuang, I don't want you to be alone anymore