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Chapter 23 A Life
Jia Xu was born in Xi Liang, where he had seen boundless grasslands and the new sprouts on the desert in spring. He had once ridden so fast that no one could catch even a corner of his clothes.
The grass scraps flew like the wind, and the horse's hooves trampled the green grass, treading out the fertile spring water. Herds of cattle and sheep excelled in the competition, holding up bright red ribbons. He had beloved books, beloved little horses, and a bow as beautiful as the moon.
Then came to Biyong, it was the lingering rain, it was pools of lotus, soft water, and thin clouds like gauze entwined. The spring rain would bite the shoes, walking with a solid-colored umbrella through the corridors.
And then, the arrow of death pierced a good leg, a wooden cane that never left the hand, the clattering of a carriage, the rain no longer lingering as before, like a sharp knife, cutting out a piece of good flesh against the disabled leg, hatred and love tormenting it to madness.
At the clear moment of awakening, I think of the years of my youth. That bow, open like a full moon, shot out an arrow like a shooting star. No one was injured, no one died, but many years later it pierced through my own heart.
The last sentence is from a review of "Me and the Temple of the Earth": "One thing I really like is a person of thirteen or fourteen, who found a real gun on the road in the summer. Because of youthful ignorance, unafraid of anything, he pulled the trigger. No one died, and no one was injured. He thought he had fired a blank. Later, at thirty or older, walking on the road, he heard a faint wind behind him. He stopped, turned around, and the bullet hit him right between the eyes."
This saying is always new when often read.
Twenty-four withered trees meet spring.
Guo Jia said Jia Xu is a bit old-fashioned, but in my portrayal, Jia Xu is a lively and skilled young man. Perhaps it's the accumulation of years, but he is very different from the image of him now, so let's make a slight change.
Jia Xu was different from the children on the grassland since childhood. He liked reading and writing, enjoyed appreciating paintings, and practiced self-discipline and courtesy. He was like a misfit tree on the grassland of Xi Liang.
The noble art of archery had advantages in his blood, so he became more immersed in books, while the children of generals his age were practicing martial arts on the training ground. Jia Xu was buried in his studies.
Only occasionally on horseback did he break through a bit of the shell, that sharp-eyed little boy, who, after getting off the horseback, was modest and courteous.
Guo Jia didn't like Jia Xu like this, especially after seeing Jia Xu on horseback, he disliked even more the way he only knew how to study, so he always teased him, hoping the old-fashioned boy could smile more.
Guo Jia is also a tree, a slender, sickly tree with hollow branches and withered leaves. If it weren't for Jia Xu, he might have continued to languish.
Just occasionally teasing Jia Xu and seeing the tranquil tree stir is good. rustling of the leaves is Another Sea, and our encounter is like a withered tree welcoming spring.
Twenty-Fifth Night Snow
Guangling Surrounded that day Guo Jia watched the falling snow all night, I don't believe Jia Xu could fall asleep.
The gentle maid obediently draped the heavy fox fur over Jia Xu, then retreated to wait behind the door for further summons.
Several wine cups were arranged on the table, and warm wine was being heated on the clay stove. The snow fell with great momentum, and in the middle of the night, it crushed the branches of the red plum trees in the courtyard.
Jia Xu Half-leaning, he unexpectedly felt a desire to see Guo Fengxiao, then chuckled lightly and poured a cup of wine into the snow.
The charcoal fire in the corridor was burning brightly, and the drowsy little maid knocked her head against the door, interrupting Jia Xu's thoughts.
A small interlude, it's another extremely quiet night. Jia Xu recalled many things, from Xi Liang to Biyong and then to Guangling. He began to ponder whether Prince Guangling is truly the hero to end this chaotic era. The answer will be revealed tonight.
Then, at the break of dawn, the sound of distant hoofbeats approached. A guard came holding a message, stumbling as he dismounted and knelt before Jia Xu, loudly proclaiming, "Reporting to Sir, great victory at Guangling!"
And in the distant city of Ye, Guo Jia moved his stiff arm, feeling a sudden chill creeping through his limbs. He chuckled softly and downed the ice-cold glass of red wine with a hint of frost. Another victory at the gambling table.
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