General's little girl

Chapter 25 It's so nice to have you
"You didn't take any action, how do you know that you have no ability to change?" She asked sharply and puzzled.

He sighed, not knowing how to describe it.Just like he has been fighting and trying to maintain peace, but there are still endless battles and countless brothers killed and wounded.He is obviously working hard to change the situation. Every time he wins a battle, he feels that he is one step closer to what he wants, but after many years, he is still on the battlefield, and his brothers are still getting far away one by one.He thought he had changed, but in fact, the world has not changed.Wars, bloodshed, casualties, natural disasters, refugees, crying... I am so desperate that I can no longer change the world.So what if you saved this person today?Can you guarantee that nothing will happen to him tomorrow?

He looked up and glanced at the dense overlapping leaves under the moonlight, and said in a daze: "Look at that tree, how lush its leaves are. But in autumn, its leaves will still fall, even if No matter how hard you try, it will still fall, and since you know it is destined to fall in autumn, will you still spend a lot of effort to prevent the leaves from falling?"

Murong You lay on his shoulders, a little confused, how could he be so good that he was actually pulled to the tree.After looking at the tree for a while, he replied directly, "I think your question is so idiot. The leaves will fall, just like people have to take a bath and change clothes every day. Only when the leaves fall this year, next year's leaves will fall." It’s more emerald and greener. If you’re sentimental that it’s about to fall, just appreciate it seriously before it falls. Besides, there’s nothing to worry about, okay? Because it’s falling today in autumn, and it’s going to fall off next spring. It will definitely grow again!"

Ye Qingcheng was taken aback for a moment, as if suddenly realizing it, then shook her head with a broken smile, and carried her home step by step under the moonlight.In fact, many truths in this world are simple, but because he has lived for too long, encountered too many things, and his thoughts are too heavy, the things he thinks of are also complicated and heavy.

Everyone has a big heart and wants to travel around the whole world, but finds that it is impossible to go to every corner of the world in one lifetime.

The moon is like a shy girl covered with a layer of veil, shrouding the whole earth dimly. In the dark night in the deep mountains, it exudes the freshness that belongs to the forest alone.

At this moment, in his heart, she is like the moon in the sky, a small shining light, illuminating the road ahead of him and illuminating his lonely heart.

Nice to have you.

There was only the sound of his footsteps every step of the way, and the moonlight seemed to lull people to sleep. His shoulders were very broad and thick, and she couldn't help but tilt her head and fell asleep on his neck.

It seems that I have not had such peace of mind for many years, and I found that the night is so beautiful, the moon in the sky is so beautiful, the stars are so shining, and even every breath I exhale feels so peaceful and refreshing.

Obviously she was a bit heavy lying on him, but he felt extremely light, so he couldn't help but slow down, and then slow down.He hasn't really read any books, he can't speak out, and he can't speak many great truths.But he understands that the moon and stars are actually so bright every night, but he has no spare time to see them.Even if I have free time to read it, when I look up at the moon, I just feel as cold and lonely as the high moon hanging alone in the sky.

Mood can change many thoughts and views in an instant, as well as everything around you.He even began to like the quiet night at this moment, because it was so warm and peaceful.There was dew on the grass, and his shoes were slightly wet, and the sound of insects could be heard faintly after walking a few steps. This kind of comfort, he carefully appreciates every little thing around him, and deeply feels that they are beautiful, It was something he had never experienced in his 28 years of life.

He stepped on the raft slowly, and couldn't help thinking about what he had been busy with in the past 28 years.Before, it seemed that there was no thought, just like a spinning top spinning busy, just to get a bite of food.At that time, my consciousness was almost thinking that I lived to eat and had no other pursuits. Being able to eat a mouthful of warm steamed buns was the happiest thing in the world.

Because of being hurt by that woman, I gradually began to have ideas, thinking about why people behave like this, and also began to understand that the truths taught by grandma are not all-encompassing.At least, no matter how loyal a dog is, it will still bite you when you are not prepared.When walking around, he was rejected and disdainful because of the injury on his face, which made him frustrated and wanted to work hard.After joining the army, seeing the bloody battlefield and piled up corpses, his heart seemed to expand slowly. At that time, he seemed to find the real meaning of life.

Of course, this meaning is only so firm at that moment.Because others have a family, and others protect the country to protect the family, what does he have?He has no home, no relatives, and no warmth.Every night when he closes his eyes, he always feels that everything he has done is meaningless, so what is he insisting on?What is he living for?
Then one day, he saw a child struggling to grab a steamed bun among the refugees. The child was only five years old, and he was squeezed and trampled among the frantic and hungry refugees, but no matter how much he suffered , still tightly protecting the half of the steamed bun in his arms, regardless of his injured leg, he climbed up to an old grandfather step by step, and handed the steamed bun to the old man’s mouth tremblingly and stiffly, regardless of his immobile fingers being trampled on. , said with a happy little face: "Grandpa, eat!"

At that moment, he couldn't hold back his tears.He seemed to see himself back then, running dozens of miles and finally picking a cucumber in a garden. Regardless of the suffering and blood on the soles of his feet, he only thought that he must let grandma eat the last bite of cucumber.

Looking at the scene in front of me, thinking about the past, the heartache and heartache expanded and fermented in my heart little by little.The pain made him resolute and strong, he clenched his fists, and once again confirmed the meaning of his existence.That is to hope that there will be no children in this world who have encountered the same situation as him. They can study and have fun at the knees of their parents.Because children are the most innocent beings in this world, they have the right to a beautiful and peaceful world.

Such an emotion has supported him for 28 years.He does not have a mansion, and his mansion has become a school, which takes in all the orphans who lost their parents due to the war.

(End of this chapter)