On the twenty-first day of the first lunar month of the second year of Dingyuan, it was a snowy day.
I knelt in the dirty mud, surrounded by ice and snow, wearing a tattered prison uniform.
Unexpectedly, I remembered the same snowy day ten years ago when I met a young man. He raised a smile at me, his eyes were bright and clear, and the corners of his brows and eyes were full of pure joy.
That was the first day I entered this world.
After that, I treated Xiao Yu's injuries, worked out scheming, eliminated political enemies, conquered the battlefield, cleared all obstacles in his way, and helped this man who was supposed to be a villain to ascend to the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.
A piece of clothes embroidered with dragon patterns appeared in my sight, and Xiao Yu's voice sounded above my head, even worse than the thousand-year-old ice. He said: "Drag him down and chop him off."
I seemed to hear the distant Qiang flute.
The sound of golden blades meeting each other came to my ears.
I calmly raised my eyes and saw soldiers surrounding Xiao Yu with a long sword on his neck. The guard in black clothes who was supposed to be standing on my right knelt down in front of me, lowered his hands and took off my shackles, and whispered: "General, I'm late."
At that moment, the wind stopped, the sky cleared, and the snow began to clear.
PS: The text is in the third person.
Purpose: Live for yourself