His brother died three years ago. Collaboration. Xie Hui didn't believe it. After three years of investigation, he found all the clues pointing to the Xiao family. The Xiao family sent someone to the north. His name is Xiao Cheng, his grandson, sick Yangzi. He rode a lame horse and traveled two thousand four hundred miles. At the gate of the camp, he got off his horse and stumbled before he regained his balance.
Xie Hui said: Are you here to die?
Xiao Cheng raised his eyes: The general is right. Is there a brazier in the tent?
That night he took out a letter from Xie Hui's account. Xie Hui's late brother's handwriting. He was intercepted by the Xiao family for three years. I didn't finish reading the letter. Footsteps outside the tent were approaching.
Xiao Teng pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into his left shoulder. Blood gushes out. He grabbed Xie Hui's hand and pressed it on the handle of the knife, shouting outside -
"General Xie kills people and silences them!"
A tent full of people rushed in. Xie Hui was speechless. Xiao Cheng mouthed four words before "fainting".
Don't move. I'll help you.
Xie Hui knelt in a pool of blood.
Later he asked Xiao Cheng: Did the knife really hurt or was it fake?
Xiao Cheng didn't answer.
It doesn't matter whether it hurts or not. The important thing is that there is finally someone in this world who is willing to sacrifice himself to help another person.
Cold-faced and taciturn, aggressive × sick, weak, crazy and criticized
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Intention: The most difficult thing in life is not to carry it yourself. Someone is coming, and you find that you can't bear it for a long time.