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City I never think that I have any talent in the world. In other words, my days are like a walking zombie lingering on the street corners. This was what a beggar on the roadside said to me after receiving my reward money. I make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings, and kind people will give me a few bucks for receiving my calligraphy. However, for some vicious people, I can only listen hard to the grinding sound of the paintings being torn into pieces. I don't know when I will start living in this world and how long it will take before I quietly leave. Such questions haunt me like a broken ghost. Finally one day, when I almost collapsed, Zhu Qingte told me the answer to this question. He patted me on the shoulder and said to me, "Look, Murong Han, those people live so freely, they will never leave." I asked him in immature language, then you won't leave either? Will you never leave me? An imperceptible trace of sadness flashed across Zhu Qingche's face. He silently looked at the rows of beggars outside the door, wondering what he was thinking. He smiled and told me that I was different from them and they would always exist. I repeated his words, beggars will always exist, will always exist. I stared wide-eyed and asked again, if you said forever, how far would that be? Zhu Qingche hid the smile on his face and said, what do you think? I said, I don't know either. Zhu Qingche smiled disappointedly, buried my head on his chest, patted me again, and said, "My child is still a child." That day I fell asleep to the sound of his sigh. Zhu Qingche was still by my side at that time. I walked out of Yan Pavilion with my head lowered, like a child who was afraid of being bullied. The streets were full of voices crying for father and mother. I tried my best to cover my ears, but I watched the disabled man leave me in an instant. An old woman got up from the ground, her eyes full of tears, which were already blurry. She said to me tremblingly, "Master Murong, this is a painting my youngest son bought from you. I will give it to you now. Please return the money to us." I didn't answer him, I just put my hand into my clothes, took out all the coins and gave them to her. Then I left stubbornly without taking the painting in her hand. I heard the old lady kowtowing desperately behind me, kowtowing desperately. The sun was scorching the earth fiercely, as if it was preparing to kill these sad poor people. I ran back to Yan Loft almost frantically. Zhu Qingche smiled and said to me, Murong Han, what happened. I said, didn't you say that beggars won't die? Zhu Qingche smiled, pulled me to his side and said, "Did I never say that beggars will not die?" I screamed with all my strength, you said it, you said it. Zhu Qingche never agreed, and then I cried, crying so sadly, and I beat him hard, but he didn't resist at all, and just remained silent. Later, he seemed to be tired of me crying without restraint, pushed me away, and then said, I will never pay attention to you again. What he said was right. He never talked to me again, but he probably imagined that the outcome would be death. When he was seriously ill, I sat by his bed. Like his name, Zhu Qingte is an elegant and leisurely man, with a young body but no one knows what he is thinking. He pulled me over and said he had something to tell me. I said, go ahead. He said that from now on, you must cover your eyes with a black cloth. Remember, until you feel that there are no more beggars in this world, take it away. I asked why I always have to carry a black cloth. Zhuqingche said coldly, don't ask, this is your responsibility. I have never seen him so angry with me. He always said to me calmly, Murong Han, it's time to practice calligraphy. Murong Han, it's time to draw. Murong Han should play the piano. , I agreed one by one every time. He always smiles at me with satisfaction, and I always remember his smile, so bright and happy. This also became the only smile I saw before I covered my eyes, so I had to treasure it well. Zhu Qingche's illness worsened day by day, his face became increasingly pale, and his lips were chapped and turned purple. I quietly approached him and said, Zhu Qingte, do you have any unfinished business? He smoothed my hair and said, silly boy, my only concern is you. He kept coughing while talking, and the ignorant doctor said it was a mental illness. I don't understand. Zhuqingche said, that's probably it. I said, I want to be a doctor and give you herbs. Zhu Qingche smiled for the first time since his long illness, and then said, "Okay, kid, I'm still waiting for you to heal me." I immediately nodded and said, wait for me. At this time, Zhu Qingche smiled knowingly again. I ran up to a nearby mountain like crazy. I heard that there was a Herb Fairy living on it, so I knocked on the door eagerly and went in. An old man with a gray beard came towards me and said to me, Master Murong, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I'm going to learn to practice medicine with you, I said. The old man said cheerfully, OK. Zhuqingche was lying in bed unable to move. I went down the mountain on time every day to deliver food to him. He was reluctant to accept my hard work. I said, don't you want me to heal you? How can I treat you if you die? Zhu Qingche smiled and said, hurry up and worship Baicao Fairy as your teacher. I nodded quickly and ran back to the mountain. Baicao Fairy was waiting for me at the entrance of Xiancao Pavilion. See me and come out to greet me. With a slightly trembling chin and a smile that looked like a sunflower on his face, he held me gently in his arms, sat quietly against an old locust tree, and said, Young Murong, have you seen Zhu Qingche? I nodded in agreement, and then asked, Grandpa Baicao, do you know Zhu Qingche? He smiled and said, I grew up watching him. I looked back at him in surprise, and his face was still smiling. This reminds me of the setting sun. Sunset? End of life. Zhu Qingche drove away all the doctors except me, who had just started. He held my hand and said with difficulty, Murong Han, will you finish your studies quickly? His eyes grabbed me hard, showing a monotonous cyan light, without any color. I said, wait for me, I will heal you. Zhu Qingche nodded sadly and said no more. Baicao Fairy asked me to go up the mountain to collect herbs. I ran to higher places in excitement. In the dense jungle, I picked the grass and medicine together and mixed them together. The Baicao Fairy smiled. He held an ordinary leaf in his hand and said, "My child, this is called typhoid grass. It can cure sore throats, eye diseases, and relieve fever." He then found a few soybean-sized things among a large pile of leaves and said, "These are called white phoenix beans. They can warm the body and reduce qi, and cure vomiting and abdominal distension." I said, Baicao Xian, can you tell me which medicine can cure Zhuqingche's disease? He looked at me intently without saying a word, then picked out a small-leaf herb and said, "Remember, it is called Buddha's grass. It can reduce swelling and stop bleeding, clear away heat and detoxify, and is mainly used to treat traumatic bleeding and poisonous snake bites." Then, he talked about a lot of things, such as cypress, gooseberry, horse ginseng, geranium, fossil tree, Macaranga truncatula, and Benchuan seven. However, I only remembered their names and shapes, but ignored their medicinal properties and effects. I looked at Zhu Qingche's eyes that were gradually extinguishing, and felt a twinge of pain in my heart. He is only five years older than me, so he never ended up like this. I said, Zhu Qingche, I have brought you medicine. He slowly raised his head and sat upright with difficulty, feeling a chill coming from his snow-white clothes. His face was already pale, his lips were bloodless and trembling slightly, and he said, Murong Han, can my illness be cured? I tried my best to respond to him, saying, there is help, there is help. Just drink my medicine and you'll be fine. Zhu Qingche glanced at me secretly, then took the bowl from my hand, raised the bowl to his mouth with trembling hands, stared at the brown color in the medicine with joy, and then drank it in one gulp. Drink it in one gulp. At this time, he was unable to support his body and fell down. The bowl slipped from the edge of the bed and shattered like a lotus flower falling. The sound continued for a long time. I asked, Zhu Qingte, are you feeling better? He turned his head to me and said I will be fine, I remember the taste of the medicine, you put duck celery, hedyotis and shouwu, right. I nodded, and then he smiled. These medicinal materials for treating different diseases cannot be put together. After saying that, the smile froze on his face, like a fragile mirror, he gasped, and then fell violently onto the bed. Blood flowed from his mouth, staining his white clothes red. I quietly left Yan Pavilion, a courtyard where Zhu Qingche and I were the only two people. At that moment, I thought of the flower falling season, when the flowers are dying. Zhu Qingte was lucky enough to watch the seventeen-year-old flowers blossom and fade, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. Unexpectedly, I died on the fallen leaves and returning to my roots. Maybe the ignorant doctor was right, Zhuqingche was indeed suffering from a heart disease, and Zhuqingche proved this to me by dying. I returned to Xiancao Pavilion and told Baicao Immortal that Zhu Qingche took my medicine and died. Baicao Fairy was surprised that I spoke calmly, and then slowly smiled and said, do you still care about my child? I shook my head and then covered my eyes with a piece of black cloth. Since then, I have been blind. Baicao Fairy said, you are the only bloodline of the Yan Kingdom. Always remember that if you want to recover the Yan Kingdom and unify the world, I will not live long, I am already a long time old. I said, maybe you will live longer after taking my medicine. Baicao Xian smiled and asked, is that right? I made some medicine for him, and then he said to me, maybe you have poisoned the medicine. I looked at him with a smile and said, what do you think? He took a small sip and threw the bowl to the ground, making that bitter sound again. He raised his thick eyebrows and said to me, why did you put poison in the medicine. I turned my back to him and said, you are wrong, it is poison in itself and has no benefit at all. After he said the last word "you", he fell down and never stood up again. Another piece of sunset passed over the other side of the mountain, bringing endless darkness. The other side of the mountain, the other side of the mountain, flows silently from my mouth. From then on, I started walking alone, holding a bamboo pole in my hand, groping in the long darkness until I met Ai Xiang. She is a girl two years younger than me. Ai Xiang plays the piano and sings in the singing house. I heard her playing the piano when I was passing by Feimanlou. Generally lingering, warm and ambiguous melancholy welled up in my heart. Ai Qing ran out with Qin in her arms. Cha Cha saw me, then came over and said, little brother, do you need help? I nodded. She helped me walk to somewhere, and then said, I can only lead you here. There is a hotel in front, so you can stay there. I didn't respond and walked silently in the direction she pointed. The road was quite long, and I don't know how long it took. Ai Xiang took my arm and said, little brother, come to my house. I live with my old mother and won't hinder you or anything. I still didn't respond. She held my arm and walked for a long time without saying a word to each other, as if she was afraid of destroying the quiet and harmonious atmosphere. The street was very quiet, except for the sound of our footsteps. Finally, I said, Ai Xiang, can you play the piano for me? Ai Xiang said, OK. I smiled, and she probably saw me smiling, so she laughed too. I said, Ai Xiang, I like you. She didn't speak, but her steps stopped. I was so confused that I didn't know where to look. At this time, Ai Xiang's cold lips covered her, and then became hot again. I was completely intoxicated and forgot everything I did. The contact between the lips made a small sound, and I hugged her small body tightly. I could only taste this, but I was already satisfied. What about restoring Dayan, let it turn into an erotic dream. Died in the long and endless streets, destroyed in the smoke-filled battlefield, and hidden in the glorious light. Ai Xiang's old mother was very kind. She came to me and said, "Your surname is Murong." I nodded. Then she said to herself, this is God's will, I finally got it. I said, do I know you? The old mother hugged me tightly, kissed my cheek and neck, and said, child, I am your wet nurse, I am your wet nurse. I shook my head and said, I'm sorry. The old mother sighed and said, it's been too long, Han'er. I am Nian Chunxiu, your nanny when you were a child. But the Yan Kingdom was destroyed, so I came to Fan Yang Kingdom. I said lightly, maybe the Yan Kingdom was not destroyed at that time because I was still there. Nian Chunxiu immediately knelt down and said, it's a pity that Han'er is blind, when will the great cause be conquered? I said nothing and groped my way out of the door. Meeting Ai Xiang head-on, she said, Murong Han, where are you going. I walked out without paying attention. Behind me I could hear Nian Chunxiu's heartbroken voice, which was tiring. I buried Zhu Qingche's body in the garden of the backyard of Yan Pavilion. Baicao Xian's body was buried in the bamboo forest behind the mountain. It was a remote, quiet place where heaven and man were one, and the world was open and vast. However, Zhu Qingche's wish was not fulfilled, and he could not escape the misery of the world. I was walking on the streets, showing off my calligraphy and paintings. In order to make a living, I even told people's fortunes. In the end, the fortune was always unpredictable, and it was a perfunctory thing to say that man can conquer nature. Later, I learned that Ai Xiang was introduced to the king of Fan Yang by a scholar named Yu Lanqi. After Nian Chunxiu found out about this, he hanged himself. This was what a hotel clerk told me during the day. I walked hard on the path to the courtyard of Nian Xiangxiu's house. My pale face, wide eyes, and extended tongue were extremely unsightly. The body was still on the rope and the stool was kicked over on the ground. I took the body down and bought her a coffin. I found the groom and told him to send this coffin to Yan State. The man said to me, Yan State? Is it that little dying country next door? No problem. I left the coffin there and walked away alone. Feimanlou's business is good, but Qinqu has lost the depression and sadness of the past. I hummed a tune and imagined everything in front of me. At this time, someone talked to me. This person's piano playing skills were very average. He was not like Ai Xiang in the past, who was sad and hesitant. I asked him, who are you? Why are you so good at it? I heard the man laugh and said, my name is Yin Qingyue, and I am known as the Qin Xian. I asked, can you play the piano? He laughed louder, and then said, Han'er, have you forgotten me? I was your childhood musician. Music is about love, music is about love, music is about love, music is about love, it was him, I thought of it. In the midsummer when I was seven years old, he quietly left me, and then Zhuqingche came to me. I said respectfully, Teacher, you are so kind. There was excitement in his words, it would be great to see you. He went on to say, Haner, you have finally grown up. I expected that you would come here to complete your career. I asked him, why are you in Fan Yangguo? He was a little speechless, but he said, Yan State... I know what he is going to say, it is nothing more than what Nian Xiangxiu said, the country of Yan is gone. I tried my best to tell him solemnly that we would never see each other again, and then I stepped out of Feimanlou, leaning on the wooden pole, step by step. I saw Yu Qingyue again at Yu Lanqi's house, but he pretended not to recognize me. I sat in the main seat and drank wine with Yu Lanqi, and then asked him, Brother Yu, where did the man playing the piano come from. Yu Lanqi poured wine for me and told me with a smile that he found it himself. He said he could play the piano and was known as the Qin Fairy. He wanted to play a piece specially for you. I said readily, "Okay, let's play it and listen." The sound of the piano came out faintly, and at first it was melodious, delicate, smooth, and as tender as water. This reminded me of the sweetness of my childhood, and of me learning piano music from my teacher. Under the shade of the willows, the gurgling stream flows by, dotted with the dreams that the teacher weaved for me, the scene of the prosperity of the Yan Kingdom. Yan State, I am a descendant of Yan State. Suddenly I frowned, and the music changed its rhythm, sonorous and powerful, integrated into one, just like thousands of horses chirping thousands of miles away, heroes fighting on the battlefield, thousands of horses galloping, horns blowing, and then it stopped suddenly. Yin Qingyue said quietly, my string is broken, I can only play it here for you. When he saw that I was silent, he added that my life would also end, and I would be infinitely grateful if you two could bury me and Qin together. I only heard the moment he fell to the ground when he committed suicide, his fingers picked up the piano, and there was another clanging sound. I drank a glass of wine and said, drag him down and bury him according to his wishes. Yu Lanqi turned around and said to me, you know the gentleman who plays the piano. I shook my head, and he poured a glass of wine for me, and then said, let's toast him. I asked why. He said that he played you a soul-stirring song just for him, and then died in love with his piano. Don't you think so, how poignant it is? After drinking this glass of wine, I stubbornly left Yulanqi's house and walked alone on the long street. Ai Xiang was captured and made a concubine by the king of Fan Yang, and the person she introduced was Yu Lanqi, a scholar and scholar. He has the appearance of a gentleman, the erudition of a gentleman, the foresight of a gentleman, and even the virtue of a gentleman. Could it be that he only wanted fame and wealth? When I was invited to his house, I knew that he was Yu Lanqi, who I had played with since childhood and who was my music teacher together. He works for Fan Yangguo, a small country and a small person. Two days later, Yu Lanqi found me and stayed out all night. We met at the end of Fei Man Building, drinking wine and drinking wine. I can't remember what he looks like, let alone see him. I buried him in the orchid bushes on the outskirts of the city, where the air was clear and pleasant and accompanied by butterflies and bees, so he would not be lonely. In addition, I found a bamboo flute for him. It was his childhood dream to be a flute player and play the flute all over the great rivers and mountains of the Yan Kingdom, the north and south of the river, and inside and outside the Great Wall. I once asked Yu Lanqi, what do you pursue in your life? He said it was the same as yours. I asked, did you get it? He smiled and said, did you get it? If you get it, I get it too. I continued to ask, do you want Dayan Kingdom? The word "no" came out of his mouth immediately, and then he drank a glass of wine and said, I want you to own all the countries. I asked, do you regret coming here? He said, of course not, Murong Han, remember, the Great Yan Kingdom... After he finished speaking, he fell down. I poisoned the wine he just drank. When he died, he looked very peaceful and calm, and then opened his mouth slightly. I expected you to do this. Baicao Xian probably died this way. I said, you are wrong. Baicao Xian only ate the poison, but you drank the wine. Yu Lanqi smiled and finally closed her eyes tightly. I drank the last glass and said, I respect you. Ai Xiang came back to me, but she was already two months pregnant. His husband was shot to death on a horse by a fierce stonemason ghost from the Zhongshan Kingdom because Ai Xiang made him obsessed. Fan Yang's kingdom soon fell because it lost its political celebrity Yulan Qi and their beloved king. Ai Xiang secretly left the palace. I felt her running towards me from a distance, then hugged me tightly and said, I'm sorry, I kept you waiting for so long. I said softly, not soon at all, not soon at all. I took her home and straightened her belly carefully. I asked, is the baby in there? She said, yes. I noticed that she had never been depressed before, and then said, it doesn't matter, when the child is born, tell him that his father is the king of Fan Yangguo, how majestic he will be. I actually smiled stupidly after saying that, but I felt that that was my child. His surname would be Murong, the same as me, but I couldn't say that. Ai Xiang cried and leaned in my arms, letting the melancholy and hatred in her heart flow freely. I didn't think about how long she would cry. I just gently stroked her hair and said, "Cry." Cry. Zhongshan State occupied the land of Fan Yang State, and then the king of Zhongshan State invited me to have a banquet, and I smiled and accepted. But the mistake was to bring Ai Xiang. The king of Zhongshan introduced me to the stonemason ghost, saying that he was superb and proficient in martial arts, especially his archery techniques and principles were unique. I asked the masonry ghost, are your arrows really that accurate? The masonry ghost answered me, I can shoot either you or the king at any time. I asked, who will you shoot? The stonemason ghost didn't speak, but I felt him take out the arrow from behind and tighten the bow. The king laughed wildly beside me, and then said to me, we will not discuss the arrows anymore. I heard that Ai Xiang is here too. Please ask her to play a song for us. Just when I was about to answer, I heard a "whoosh" sound, followed by Ai Xiang's scream. I only heard her last call, Murong... The king of Zhongshan State still did not change his manic laughter and said to me, it is a pity that I did not hear Ai Xiang playing the piano music for us. Then he turned to me and said, you bastard, don't think that I will be afraid of you because you destroyed Fan Yangguo with your skills. In my country, all sizes are different. He took a sip of wine and said to the mason ghost, "It's you again." There was another whoosh, and the man next to me fell down and said vaguely, Stonemason ghost, you actually betrayed me. The masonry ghost didn't answer him, but yelled at everyone present if anyone was dissatisfied. No one responded. Then I heard the sound of kowtows like thousands of troops. The masonry ghost laughed like the founding hero of the country and said to me, King, from now on you will be our king, the eternal king of the Yan Kingdom. I picked up a bow and placed an arrow. Although I was blindfolded, but... Stonemason ghost, I'm sorry, I learned all your martial arts and skills as early as ten years old. The masonry ghost fell to the ground and gasped and said to me, Master, I have done what I should do. Since you gave me death, what happens next... He never said any more. I turned around and said to the dead king, I am not a bastard. I am of the blood of the Great Yan Kingdom. I own three countries and countless cities, traveling from north to south. I destroyed Anping, Qi, Lu, Pengcheng, Linzhun, large and small countries. I tell Zhu Qingche from the bottom of my heart that my mission is to fulfill your wishes and expectations. Your heart is in my heart and I will treasure it for you. Baicao Fairy, can you hear me? Ai Xiang, Nian Chunxiu, Yu Lanqi, Masonry Ghost, I have successfully walked the road you have paved for me, but the road to the future is so far away and indefinite. Forgive me, you who died for me, forgive me for not going on. Because I took off the black cloth covering my eyes... It has been ten years since I left the country of Yan. There is no darkness or light in my world, no colorful exotic flowers and plants, only the endless music of the piano, the abrupt branches of the pines and cypresses, and the fine and low gravel. My footprints have finally traveled all over the country, and kings of all countries have come to worship me. I'm about to create a new era of peace and prosperity. At this time, I excitedly took off the black cloth that had been covering my eyes for ten years. What I saw in front of me made me shudder. Bloody red smoke everywhere, numerous corpses, and mourning everywhere. I ran as hard as I could, but things like this kept repeating before my eyes. Groups of beggars lay dead on the streets, and people in villages were displaced. The last person I met in my life was sober. He sat next to me, poor young master, your birth was destined to be sad and sad. I stupidly asked him why. He said, because the people around you are wrong, they will kill for you everyone who hinders your recovery of Dayan. If you continue walking, you will meet many people, your childhood teachers, playmates or enemies. They are a presence in your life. He handed me a glass of wine and said, drink it. After drinking it, you will no longer have any worries. I asked him if this was poisonous wine. Sober and nodded, he said, "Do you dare to drink?" I shook my head, and then said, I want to hear you explain clearly, and then my eyes closed. Instead, he asked me, don't you understand anything in the past ten years? Your life has been arranged by God, and you are destined to lose everything, leaving nothing but devastation. God has also arranged for me to be here, Han'er, I am waiting for your reincarnation. He then asked me what you would choose to do in your next life. I looked into the distance, a world riddled with holes, poverty, hunger, helplessness, embarrassment, and lost people. I said, I still want to be the only bloodline of the Yan Kingdom. Having said that, I drank the glass of wine, which tasted so smooth. When he woke up, he smiled and said, "Everyone is drunk, but you are sober." From the Yan Pavilion, a child's cry came out.