That year in deep snow, he gave half a piece of dry biscuit to a strange beggar. Many years later, when the new dynasty changed, he had become more powerful, but he had completely forgotten the kindness of that unexpected encounter.
That beggar grew up into the frightening smiling Yama of the old dynasty. He used the most frivolous smile to hide his killing, and in the lights of Chunxiao Square, he clumsily cooked longevity noodles for him for five years. On one side are the iron-blooded officials who are in charge of the world in the new dynasty, and on the other are the lonely ghosts of the old dynasty who are bleeding blood at the end of their lives. They are as powerful as fire and water, but in this troubled chess game, they are tightly tied to a rope by fate because of their kind thoughts many years ago.
He once thought that as long as he was strong enough, he could keep that person safe in this torrent of change. Until the sword of the new dynasty pointed at the ruins of the old palace, until the sharp blade called stance finally stood between them.
As the emperor and the courtiers, the hot steam from the bowl of longevity noodles was finally dispersed in the cold wind of Changning for three years. He sat firmly in the court and was used to seeing bloodshed, but he could never find that old friend who would smile playfully at him again.
Later, he resigned from his fame and power and returned to the mountains alone to guard an unnamed tomb. The sun rises and the moon sets, the snow falls and his head turns white. Everyone else says he is crazy. Only the lonely grave knows that what he keeps is not old gratitude, not flesh and blood, but the words of returning with you that are half a lifetime late and can no longer be uttered.
Thousands of scheming, thousands of miles, but nothing can compare to a steaming bowl of longevity noodles on a snowy night in Chunxiaofang that year. If he could do it all over again, he would rather never set foot in the court hall in his life, but just drink together with him in that small building.
Concept: Not everything in the world is right or wrong. Different camps and different statuses will create different characters. There is no good or bad, only stance.
