Hunter

Introduction 1 In a certain Hutong in Beijing, several courtyard houses are stationed in the complex surrounded by high-rise buildings and floating islands. In April, when the grass grows and the orioles fly, in the most beautiful spring scenery, people can forget humiliation, history, and everything that does not belong to them. At the same time, in the ancient and heavy East, early spring is also the most suitable season to bother friends. Give your best friends the years and troubles you have experienced and melt them in wine. Whether it is thirty years, three thousand years, or three million years, when you experience it, it is like gravel falling one by one, causing an unbearable suffering. But when this time passes, everything you have experienced is short and incredible. Accompanying a life like a knight's life may be a bottle of wine, a sword, an old friend and a life that cannot be told. As time goes by, even if everything that I once hated and loved turned into dust, I will no longer be tempted or regret it. I will never grow old, and I don't love my appearance that has not changed. My soul has traveled through millions of years to come to me. I'm glad that I still have the ability to accept and love. Reality or gods have seen the beginning and end of all this, and these are the reasons to move forward. In front of a courtyard, Li Chengmo pushed open the lacquered wooden door. The door was not locked, and the 100-pound door creaked out of place. Li Chengmo raised his legs and stepped in. The dark corridor was surrounded by exquisite screens. In the distance, a bronze tripod separated the corridor. Li Zai entered the room through a corridor as complex as a labyrinth and as exquisite as ivory carvings. The sunlight desperately occupied the space among the sycamore and pomegranate branches and leaves, and shone on the ground and people. Li Chengmo finally stopped in a bright courtyard with rockeries and precious flowers and trees. There were two rattan chairs and a bamboo table on one side near the window of the house. A middle-aged man was relaxing with his eyes closed. The teapot on the side was emitting wisps of steam. The shadow of the bamboo forest fell on the man. The man was very satisfied with this short spring. Li Chengmo walked up to the man and sat on another wicker chair. With a squeak, the man opened his eyes and looked at Li Chengmo, just in time to catch Li Chengmo's eyes. The man was stunned for a moment and then laughed happily, and took out another tea bowl and filled it with it. 'A rare visitor, why don't you say hello if you want to come? ' "It's a surprise." Li Chengmo took out a box from his clothes and put it on the table. "A jade fan was sent to me by the son of Chechnya. Now it's yours." 'What are you' 'Zhang Heng, it's been so long and I'm a little tired. Let's stay with you for a while. Fans, hobbies are also rent. My place is too deserted' Zhang Heng smiled and put an access card on the table, "You have been through it for so long and now you come to me. President, you don't need to ask me, you can just give me orders." Li Chengmo looked at Zhang Heng, his successor, and was very grateful for his attitude. Li Chengmo couldn't deny that he didn't dare to think that everything in the past was right. He had lost too much in just a hundred years, even more than the millions of years he had experienced. He had experienced countless changes in the earth, changes in dynasties, and changes in personnel, and he did not dare to go into details. But Li Chengmo has put more effort in the past hundred years than before. During this period, he also found a very challenging goal. Compared with thousands of years of boredom, this period of passion is valuable. Living like a corpse is by no means as bright and passionate as a moth flying into a flame. Three hundred years of foreshadowing, Li Chengmo admitted that he had taken advantage of a lot, but he could not deny that he valued it all. He didn't want to burn a piece of tender and heroic history to the ground, but he had no choice but to do so. Under his single-handed management, there was a rare balance of checks and balances in the world structure. He was very fortunate that this situation could still exist after his superior position against human beliefs. War brings not only physical disabilities but also a series of mental syndromes to people. Killing makes everyone love the hard-won equality and peace, and human civilization always puts death to survive and then reaches its peak. When everyone is marked by war, people will understand that certain things they give up will not hurt their dignity as human beings. 'Heng, it has been more than twenty years since the war, and I have been thinking that in a war I lost almost everything that I can call important. If it were to happen again, should I keep the status quo or go to war? Our world is no longer what it used to be. I could spend another thousand years planning it, but I don't have the courage to be alone. Twenty years ago, the number of people participating in the war changed one after another, but almost all those who died became unknown heroes. Is this true? 'Everything you do is meaningful, you may be manic or you may not understand why, but you have led everyone to create a history and resist the status of gods. You are impacting the superior life forms, not erasing them, but becoming equal to human beings and all life forms. Even if no one remembers this, history still exists, and I will remember it. The men who died were not nameless and everyone who worked with them knew they were heroes. Remember, I don't belong to any family. I have always been yours. I have seen everything you have done. You have made all the choices and things that others do not want to do. Your ruthlessness is just suppressing yourself. If your short-term goals have been achieved, you might as well give yourself a few decades of vacation. ' Zhang Heng picked up the tea cup and touched Li Chengmo's. If something that has been guarded for a long time is suddenly taken away, even if it is as indifferent as the president, he will not care. Zhang Heng recalled that when he was a child, in the eyes of the young man, everything he experienced was magnificent and heroic, with the wooden sword being a flying sword and the writing brush being able to guide the country. In the past few decades, Zhang Heng has seen Li Chengmo full of vitality, vitality, and drive, almost careless to the point of reassurance. He saw a fire in Li Chengmo's eyes, but now it is like a pool of stagnant water. This is more cruel than death. Zhang Heng drank the tea and then said, "I am about to step down. I can spend some time with you. It won't be long, only a few decades, but this is what I can do. You are kind to me, and your request is also my pursuit." ' Li Chengmo looked at the bamboo forest, a little absent-minded, "Heng, what do you think of what I have done for all people with super powers?" 'In three hundred years, I have experienced 10%, and you have experienced everything. First, human rights, then checks and balances, and finally equality with God. This is something that no one, even a great man or hero, would dare to think about. Many people have influenced a country and the world with their own power. Zhang Yi, Su Qin, who conquered various countries, and Newton Hawking, who changed physics, did not change the world in their era. People with abilities may not thank you, but they will remember you. ' 'Zhang Heng, do you have any regrets?' "As soon as you came, I understood what I should do after retirement. My participation in this war may prove that I am born to be remembered." Li Chengmo was stunned and smiled, "I finally understand. I bumped into him." You, a talented person from Lushan Lunjin, have been with me for more than ten years. ' Zhang Heng also laughed, "You don't know the taste of meat if you have a friend. Yes, a history book, a chronological history of the past three hundred years." People, affairs, and feelings have passed away. Death is not considered until the memory is broken and scattered. The Book of Songs of mankind has been humming for more than three thousand years, and the heroic Jigmegarsh still commands his Uruk. Human history is created and mythologized by people. As long as this story is written down and told slowly, the tenderness of history will exist, and princes, generals, and ordinary people will also encourage each other. Hundreds of years are just waves in the long river of history, but as human beings, we care about the creations and achievements that we are proud of. This can never be said to be insignificant. Intention: Humanity will eventually fight against natural disasters and gods as a community with a shared future