Red Rope

A little sweet in the torture Gu Lin × Wei Heng | He guarded the border for him in the wind and snow, and he warmed the last bowl of noodles in the world for him. The one who comes out first is Shou! Also, don't scold the author! Don't scold the characters! If you think something is written poorly, please tell me! I will modify it! Wei Heng, whose courtesy name is Jinghuai, is a handsome seventeen-year-old boy from the border area. He has peach blossom eyes, a cinnabar mole in the corner of his right eye, and a mean smile that deserves a beating - but the border officers all know that their young handsome boy is gentler than anyone else and can bear it better than anyone else. A faded red rope is tied to his left leg, and a copper bell is engraved with the word "" on the rope. My mother walked for three days and three nights to get it from the Buddhist temple. My mother said, I don't ask you to make any achievements, I just want you to be safe. But seven years ago, the barbarian leader Tuoba Jing massacred one hundred thousand of his brothers. My father died in the battle, and my mother led the pursuers away alone and never came back. He hid his five-year-old sister in the grain cellar, covered her mouth, and remembered the name of his enemy. Seven years later, on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, I was born. My sister and His Highness Ninth Prince cooked a bowl of longevity noodles. The noodle soup was piping hot with a poached egg lying in the middle. He lowered his head and ate, feeling that he could hold on for the rest of his life. Then the military report came. Tuoba Jing massacred Liangshui Village, the place where his mother died. One hundred and forty-seven people left a message: "Wei Jinghuai, calculate the interest." He put down his chopsticks and put on his armor. Behind him are my sister's eyes red from crying, His Highness's face that has been warmed three times, and the footprints in the snow that his guards have followed all night long. The bell never rang once. He didn't even keep a word of "an". But there are still people in this world waiting for him to go back and eat noodles. He can hold on. The red rope is still there, the people are still there, the story is not over yet Intention: In the mountains and seas of fire, there is always a light shining for you.