You ask him what Jianghu is.
"What is that? Is it the poplar sword that dad gave me?".
"It's one sword, two graves."
"He didn't speak, he just said, "Blood debt must be paid with blood."
"He was startled. It seemed that there were not only grievances and hatreds in the world, but also some happiness."
"The great chivalrous person serves the country and the people."
"His eyes seem to have lost their focus. The world, the country, the country, and this account cannot be settled clearly."
Finally, I saw him sitting on the top of the mountain with his knees bent, looking at the sea of clouds. One hand was on his knee, and one leg was hanging off the cliff.
He smiled with relief, raised his gourd, raised his head and drank.
"There is nothing good about Jianghu. "
Under the sea of clouds, my father's shoulders, my mother's apron, my uncle's half-worn blue shirt - all of them are here.
