Whoever goes first is irresponsible.
That night, while drinking wine to the moon, Lu Meng said this to Gan Ning.
Gan Ning felt that the always straightforward and steady general seemed to have something in his words, but he didn't say anything.
They just picked up the big bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp. They had the same amount of wine and were close friends, so they were really happy.
The bright moon hanging high in Jiangdong seems to be just for the two of them, or for all living beings.
Regardless of whether it is thousands of years old or now, the river still flows eastwards.
After that, Lü Meng went to war despite being ill.
Gan Ning didn't know whether the man's illness was real or not, so he didn't ask. Lu Meng had his own reasons. He just waited for an order, then cheered, and made a big fuss for the victory.
However, after victory, the man did not return.
Still drinking, then by the river, now in front of the tomb, then two people, now alone.
Gan Ning did not shed any tears. The person who licks the blood with the knife has no tears at all. He has long forgotten his sorrow and only retains the pleasure of killing. All he did was carry a jar of wine, stroke the cold and rough tombstone, and drink it dry. The wine is as cold as ice, but when you drink it, it's like burning fire. The ringing sounds linger and linger, and that's enough.
He lay down, covered his face with one arm as he had done that night, and grinned silently, feeling salty for some reason.
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