He pondered those words for a long time afterwards, and they ultimately sustained him as he journeyed beyond Bijiang. Perhaps they would also propel him even further in the future.
So human memory can actually be distorted and changed, right?
Otherwise, why did he feel warm and satisfied when he thought about it now, even though it was clearly a cold and hungry night?
Su Pingchuan's gaze fell on the half-exposed iron ring on the woman's wrist, and the smile on the corner of his mouth finally faded away slowly.
But these were probably all the memories she had of him and him. From now on, until he grew old and died, he would have to rely on these memories to live his life.
That day, when his father had him locked up in the yard next to the painting house and did not release him until she left the house, he knew that everything between him and her would not have any result.
Even though he wanted to see her for the last time today, he had to ask his grandfather for help before he was able to leave the house.
He didn't know why he missed it, but he had already realized what he missed.
Thunder rumbled faintly from the distant horizon, blending with the sound of his heavy heartbeat, bringing with it a dull pain.
When I heard your departure, I promised to be a traveler far away.
Now I know how painful separation is, and it’s hard to find the person in my dreams.
Su Pingchuan took a last deep look at the man's face and spoke word by word.
"My mother once said that in one's life, there are always a few words that one should really take seriously, and once said, one should not easily regret it."
Xiao Nanhui was stunned and opened his mouth for a long time.
"What do you want to say to me?"
I want to tell you that I like you.
I tell you, I will treat you well, will you be my wife?
But he couldn't say these words after all, because he couldn't do it after all.
Su Pingchuan picked up the wine jug on the table and slowly poured two glasses of wine.
A few drops of clear Yunyexian spilled out, seemingly because the fingers holding the wine glass were trembling a little, or perhaps it was just because the glass was too full.
"From today on, Su Pingchuan and Xiao Nanhui will no longer meet privately. If you are still the Right General, you and I will fight side by side. If you enter the palace walls, you and I will follow the etiquette of monarch and subject."
This was said to her, but also to himself.
After he finished speaking, he picked up one of the glasses of wine and drank it all. The moment he put down the glass, he stood up, but his eyes left her face. He no longer had the courage to look up at her again.
"From now on, don't call me Pingchuan. Just call me General Zuo as you did at the beginning."
The moment he finished speaking, the first drop of rain fell on the chaotic earth.
Then came the second drop, the third drop... the drops formed into lines, the lines formed into a curtain, and the rain became dense in an instant, forming an inseparable bridge between heaven and earth, telling that all the water from the rivers comes from the sky.
Su Pingchuan's voice was drowned out by the sound of rain. After saying that, he turned around and rushed into the rain.
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and the thunder rolled in again.
Xiao Nanhui sat in the middle of the pavilion, staring blankly in the direction where the figure left. It took him a long time to stand up.
Jixiang pawed restlessly in the rain with his hooves. She went forward to hold him, and suddenly discovered that a plum branch, already dark green, was pinned to the saddle.
There are no plum blossoms in this season, only green leaves that are no different from ordinary plants.
Su Pingchuan said that he would personally pick the Yingshui Chonglou for Xiao Nanhui.
He always remembers his promise.
But when the promise was made, the plum blossoms had already fallen, and when the plum blossoms bloomed again next year, she would no longer be by his side.
Your heart is still here, flowing like a hundred rivers.
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