In the old days, there was a master family in Qingyu, and the head of the family had three sons. Later, the master family was destroyed, one person was determined to take revenge at all costs, one person turned around and became a chess player, and one person was involved in the chess game and lost the truth.
I am that old third master Wudu. I don't have any ideas in this life, I just want to live a stable life.
It's just that I didn't get what I wanted in the end. After many years, the dream came true.
When he was young, he hoped for a harmonious family and respectful brothers and sisters, but in the end he broke up with his eldest brother and lost sight of his second brother. Even I myself am stuck in the quagmire and unable to extricate myself.
At that time, my second brother walked up to me and asked me if I had any regrets.
I looked at him and chuckled, then stabbed the dagger into his heart, "The thing I regret most in my life is becoming your brother."
But seeing that there was no panic in his eyes, he took out the dagger and threw it aside, saying: "I regret being born in this rotten world and not being able to escape. And what is the difference between you and me? Oh, you are just deceiving yourself and others."
I am silent. The arrow is on the string and must be fired. There is no turning back.
In the end, the boy who killed the demon finally became a demon. The bright clothes, angry horses and high spirits of those days have long been buried in the long river of time, gone with the flowing water, never to return.
Practice writing and be careful in the first person.
I just wanted to write a story where the characters serve the plot, but the writing is not good.
I'm saving the manuscript and will post it when it's finished.
Intention: People's hearts are unpredictable