The young people finally got married.
Two years after my parents proposed marriage.
The young man watched his parents' hair gradually turn white day by day.
Looking at myself who has done nothing.
He knew that he was destined to never achieve anything.
He buried the bracelet he wanted to give to the heroine as a token of love under a tree in the yard.
That is his natal tree.
Grew up with him.
now.....
It's about three or four meters high.
Lush branches and leaves.
It's a tree that's growing well.
The young man buried the bracelet with it.
It is his unwillingness to be mediocre.
Life is only about 30,000 days.
You should allow yourself to live an ordinary life.
With the help of his father, the young man married the daughter of a blacksmith in the city.
It’s a happy day and everyone is very happy.
The exception is the young man and the bride.
From now on, both parties will have to live with someone they have never met before for decades.
No one can be happy about this.
Even if the young man is indeed handsome, the woman is still dignified and elegant.
The young man was very unhappy.
When they were newly married, they all forced themselves to smile.
Anyone could see that he was forcing a smile.
I was often beaten by my father for this.
The woman is very good.
The woman is a typical classical woman.
She has a slim figure and a pretty face.
She is gentle, elegant and dignified.
You can say that.
A young man can marry such a woman.
That's the smoke coming out of his ancestral grave.
However, the young man's own conditions are actually quite good among ordinary people.
Being a court constable is a stable job.
It's just less money.
The woman has a gentle personality and is very tolerant of the young man.
Very thoughtful too.
The young man felt more and more guilty.
He gave the jade pendant his mother had given him to the woman as a testimony of their love.
The woman was very happy.
After all, the young man was quite nice to her.
Both parents were also very satisfied with the marriage.
.......
Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.
The young man's tree in the courtyard also grew stronger.
Young people have also entered middle age.
The woman also became a middle-aged woman.
The two also had a child.
The middle-aged man has high hopes for the child.
He hopes that this child can make a name for himself.
Back then, he failed in his attempt to make a living in the underworld.
He hoped that this child could become a famous knight.
His physique is very poor, but his child's physique is good.
Although it's not good.
However, if you practice well, you will not stop at the threshold of refining essence into qi.
Middle-aged people can’t think of it.
The way he looked at his child.
The look was highly consistent with that of a middle-aged constable thirty years ago.
.....
Some time passed.
The child gradually grew up and was able to walk.
Middle-aged people began to ask their children to learn martial arts.
But this child inherited his character perfectly.
The child doesn't like martial arts.
He likes music.
I like playing beautiful music.
This makes middle-aged people very dissatisfied.
Daxia was founded on military power, protected by military power, and respected military power.
Play the flute?
What future can be achieved through this?
Can you make a name for yourself?
......
Under a tree, a child was playing the flute.
The tender yet moving flute sound slowly floats in the air.
The child doesn't know, under this tree.
Thirty years ago, there was also a child who was passionately creating beautiful paintings.
Just as immature, but with some talent.
"What are you playing? Have you finished your martial arts training today? The Hundred Days of Foundation Building is so important, and you're wasting your time playing the flute?"
A middle-aged man with a weathered face and wearing a constable's uniform walked over.
He snatched the flute from the child's hand.
"But father, I don't like martial arts training, and my aptitude is not good."
“I love playing the flute!”
There were tears in the child's eyes.
Just like that day thirty years ago, a young child looked at the painting being trampled under his father's feet with tears in his eyes.
"You! You're not that old, but you've already started talking back?"
The middle-aged man was angry at this time.
The son whom he had high hopes for actually put his energy into these unorthodox ways.
How can this be done?
Daxia was founded on military power, and martial arts are respected in the world. Only by practicing martial arts can there be a way out.
"Dad... Li'er likes to play the flute, so just let him play. He might be able to achieve great things in the future."
The middle-aged woman was persuading the angry man.
"Boast? What are you bragging about? The only way out is practicing martial arts. What future can you achieve by bragging about these unorthodox methods?"
"It sounds terrible!"
As the middle-aged man spoke, he threw the flute in his hand into the stream.
The child watched his beloved bamboo flute disappear into the vast stream without a trace.
I couldn't hold back the tears in the corners of my eyes any longer.
"I hate you!"
After the child said this, he ran away.
"Dad, you're going too far."
Seeing her son crying, the woman got angry for the first time in a long time.
You know, in the ten years or so since she married the middle-aged man, she has always been gentle and has never lost her temper.
"Too much? It's better to be excessive now than to cry in the future."
The middle-aged man said the same words as the other middle-aged man did back then.
It is better to go too far now than to cry in the future.
But the facts prove that...
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