On a rainy night in Peixian County, the hatchet of a defeated soldier struck his shoulder blade. He held her broken peach wood hairpin in his mouth with bloody foam in his mouth and smiled at her in the mud:
"Ejiu... The hairpin... Is clean..."
She tore her wedding dress and wrapped it around his rolled flesh, and tears and rain rolled into his wound:
"Liu Ji! Your life is more valuable than a broken hairpin!"
He coughed up blood and hugged her tightly: "Nonsense... You gave me the hairpin..."
The young couple, soaked in the coldest rain, are close to the hottest hearts.
——Until many years later on Pengcheng Road, he kicked his crying children off the carriage;
Until he stood in front of the cauldron in the Chu camp, he smiled and begged for his father's meat soup;
>At the steps of Weiyang Palace, he pressed her bloody palm on Han Xin's corpse and sighed:
"Queen... Why did you dirty your hairpin?"
She stroked the piece of rotten peach wood in her sleeve and suddenly burst into tears from laughter.
It turns out that the cruelest knife is the sweetness that he risked his life to protect.
Intention: They fed the country with flesh and blood, but starved to death the people who lived in their hearts.