Xie Yunshu:
The first time I saw him was in the snowstorm at the border. He was riding on a horse, his armor stained with wet blood, but when he saw me being surrounded by a pack of wolves, the horse's hoofs like a shower crushed the wolves' minions. Those hands that were used to holding spears were as light as holding a piece of melting snow when they picked me up - it turned out that the iron-blooded general Xiao Heng's eyes could hold the tears of a down-and-out young man.
The plum blossoms in the military camp bloomed and faded, and I stayed with him to sort out the military books. He always pushed the heater closer to me when he was reviewing documents late at night. It was obvious that his injured leg was more afraid of the cold.
He took me up to the general stage, and the cloak wrapped the snow on my shoulders: "Yunshu, look at these thousands of miles of border." I looked up at him, and suddenly there were unspoken words in my throat - what I wanted to see was never the mountains and rivers, but the temperature of the snow on your eyebrows melting into the palm of my hand, the cocoon that covered the back of my hand when you taught me to hold an arrow, and the half piece of osmanthus candy that you secretly stuffed into me with body temperature.
The conspiracy comes like a blizzard. Poisonous wine was poured into the tent, but he blocked the bowl of medicine for me; a secret report said that I was a remnant of the previous dynasty, so he engraved my name on his personal amulet; I finally caught the arrow that shot into his heart for him. When the blood soaked his clothes, he lowered his head and kissed the tears in the corners of my eyes: "This time, I will be your shield."
Later, we rode horses to crush the setting sun, and he said he would take me to see the spring in the south of the Yangtze River. I lay on his back and counted his heartbeat, and suddenly I understood why the snow in his eyes melted so slowly when we first met - it turns out that some encounters are fate. The crane in trouble met the eagle with broken wings. They picked up dead branches from each other and built a nest capable of hatching spring in the dying cold winter.
Intention: Cherish yourself