Chang'an Horse Records

Before my father died in battle, he put the blood-stained colt into my arms: "A cavalry horse is worth half a life." I was wandering around Chang'an with this half life, and all the shopkeepers pointed at the skinny horse and sneered: "It's okay to keep you, this horse is useless." In the cold night, I huddled by the roadside, warming the shivering pony with my body temperature. A group of cavalry suddenly stopped, and the general's black armor was condensed with frost: "Why not sell it?" "Sell it and half my life is gone." He was silent for a moment, then took off his cloak and threw it over: "Then take half of your life and follow me."