Qingya Village, heavy snow. The old man knelt in front of two graves, holding half of a jade pendant. The woman knelt down, put on a bowl of hot porridge, and asked, "What do you regret most in your life?" The old man was silent for a long time: "I didn't marry her."
This is his story. When he was seven years old, his family was destroyed and he was picked up by the chief minister of the dynasty. He avenged him and taught him how to hold a knife. The price is that his life is no longer his own. He believed it for ten years.
For ten years, a maid stood at the door with a bowl of porridge every day, the stove fire shining on her face, and she said, "Drink it while it's hot." A woman has been squatting outside the house for three years. The old scar on the tiger's mouth was bitten by him when he was seven years old. She has been looking for it for ten years. A brother taught him swordsmanship, handed him herbal tea, killed wolves back to back, and finally put away his sword and walked into the wind and snow, never looking back. A young lady changed from being arrogant and willful to squatting on the field picking vegetables. She took away the cold porridge and said, "I'll heat it up." Her footsteps were very light, as if she was afraid of stepping on something. The chief minister had been planning for ten years, climbing from a scholar to a powerful official. Finally, he put a knife on his neck and said: "I'm here to find you."
They all thought that killing their enemies would end everything. Later, floods entered the pass and the northern border became a cemetery. The enemy is dead, has the world changed? Some people say that a change of dynasty is just a new perpetrator. He no longer wants to change this world. I just want to squat down, protect the few people I can reach, and see every spring for the dead.
This is a story about protection. In the world of cannibalism, some people bring you porridge, some people squat outside the wall and dare not come in, some people clench and unclench their fists, and some people pick up the vegetables one by one and put them back into the basket. None of them won, but none of them lost.
The porridge is still hot.
Intention: The world is like a net, and people are like dust. Some people choose to subvert the world, while others choose to protect the person next to them. This article is about the latter story - in the chaotic world of cannibalism, a bowl of porridge, a knife, and a turn are all gentle resistance. None of them won, but none of them lost.
