Time flies. The year of the Republic of China is the thirty seventh year of the Republic of China.

    Beiping has boundless scenery, the day is approaching dusk, and the night is as gentle as water. The sky stained with fire clouds is like a Firebird, and the sun is like fire.

    The old man who yelled at the street to sell sugar gourd still wandered around the street with that pillar. Uncle Zhang''s beef noodle business is still booming

    Their life gradually moved towards stability and happiness, and laughter filled the streets of Peiping.

    In the past two years, Jing Yanxiu, a young warlord in Beiping, seemed to have changed. His means were more ruthless and decisive than before. The lost Nanjing was successfully recaptured, and the Japanese pirates were driven out of Chinese land.

    The outbreak of opium arms was also silently pressed down by him. Since then, the arms no longer belong to the people and belong to the military and political jurisdiction. Once ordinary people hide arms or opium, they must turn it in immediately upon discovery, otherwise they will be shot and executed.

    Everyone''s life has been stable and happy, but the God who gives people happiness has no happiness.

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    "Dong Dong -"

    The door was knocked gently.

    The room is very quiet.

    After a long time, the indifferent voice of the young man came from the room.

    "Come in."

    The door was gently pushed open with a squeak.

    Autumn water came in from the door.

    She had a glass of water and a pair of Western medicine in her hand.

    The young man''s Western-style snow-white shirt sitting in front of the desk in the room was cold and light. He lowered his head and looked at the documents in his hand. A pair of gold wire glasses hung on the bridge of the tall nose. Under the clear lens, the black eyes were dark and indifferent, and the long eyelashes were slightly hanging. The pale lips are lightly pursed, with no emotional indifference.

    Qiushui came over and said softly, "second Lord, it''s time to take medicine."

    Since the girl left, the second master''s body collapsed rapidly. The doctor said that he jumped out of the car and was seriously injured. He didn''t have timely and stable cultivation, and his mood fluctuated too much.

    Jing Yanxiu coldly raised his long eyelashes, and the eyes under the lens were without waves and waves.

    He glanced over the medicine in his hand and pursed his lips.

    Lightly put down the document in his hand.

    Qiushui looked at him and swallowed the medicine indifferently and drank some water.

    She knew that the second master would take the medicine obediently, because if she didn''t take the medicine, the girl would be sad.

    Therefore, the second master never said a word about taking medicine.

    "Get out."

    He put down the water glass, his long snow-white fingers were bloodless, and continued to pick up the documents on the table.

    The autumn water sipped her lips and didn''t speak. She bowed her head and silently picked up the water cup on the table and turned away.

    When going out, Qiushui suddenly looked back.

    The young man who had sat at his desk and looked at the documents with low eyes looked out of the window. The sun outside the window was so bright, but his black eyes looked dull and at a loss.

    The gold wire glasses on the bridge of the nose sparkling in the sun, empty as if walking dead.

    Qiushui''s nose was sour and quickly closed the door and left.

    She met Lieutenant su.

    The cup fell to the ground and broke into glass slag, and the water spread on the ground.

    Qiushui leaned helplessly against aide Su''s arms and burst into tears.

    She knew that the man in the room loved her girl deeply, even though her girl was gone

    Two years ago, when they were about to give up, they found a girl who had completely lost her breath in a deep pit.

    The second master stayed in front of the girl''s coffin for five days.

    He is like a person without feelings, guarding her burial and setting up my wife''s tomb for her. Sometimes standing in front of the tombstone is a day.

    The old ladies are very concerned about him, afraid he can''t think of it. As a result, he just becomes more silent, colder and lives like a robot.

    He was more silent and cold than before. His life seemed to have nothing else except military and political affairs.

    Endless work, endless battle.

    For the happiness of the people?

    no

    He just didn''t want to disappoint his little girl.

    She said,

    I''m a hero.

    The hero''s duty is to protect the country.

    But he can''t even protect her.

    Autumn water cries.

    Cover your chest - it hurts.

    So sad.

    - end -