Kiss the Devil Bamboo Horse: Qingmei, take another bite

Chapter 318 Good Night, My Teenager (25)

"Good night, Mu Wan's Wan, Ye Liang'an's Ann. Sometimes it's an honor to put our names together." Mu Wan may have guessed that she was completely over, so at this moment, she put all her heart I told Ye Liangan everything I wanted to say.

"You don't even know how much I like you. I like you so much that even looking at you is a luxury." Mu Wan spoke again, her eyes fixed on Ye Liang'an's face.The corner of her mouth raised slightly, forget it... She has done so many things for Ye Lang, so she has fulfilled her dream.

In the end, Yelang who gave her hope was the one who pushed her off the cliff.She can not care about the betrayal of relatives, she can turn a blind eye to her friends, she can keep her feelings in her heart, but this is her only belief, the only thing that supports her, but it ruins her life.

Ye Liang'an's face was very calm, and he couldn't see any expression on his face at all.After Mu Wan had finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked slowly: "To be honest, do you regret entering Yelan?"

Mu Wan was slightly taken aback... That's right!Does she regret it?Why did she come into the night?For the benefit of the Mu family, for her own dreams, for the support of that person inside Yelan...for too many things.

"To be honest, I don't regret it, I never regret it." The girl's eyes flashed with determination, as if Yelan was something sacred and inviolable, "Yelan lies down and listens to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and ice river fall into a dream."

"Seeing that the country is in shambles, the mountains and rivers are broken, although I have been suffering from illness, the ideal of defending the country remains unswerving, and the patriotic passion is always surging in the chest. The dream of the Iron Horse and Glacier will appear in the sick mind." The rain brings iron horses and glaciers to dreams.’ On rainy nights, the poet dreams of wearing military uniforms and riding war horses, crossing the frozen rivers of the Northland, and fighting with the enemy on the battlefield. It is lamentable that he still has such a heroic dream in his nearly seventy years of age. Under his heroic dream, what kind of passion and pride should be stirred up?

What kind of dream is this? There is no peace, there are battlefields, fights, and shouts. He may have dreamed of Li Guang standing by the glacier and shouting, he may have dreamed of Wei Qing fighting at the forefront, and he may have dreamed of Huo Qubing Galloping in the depths of the enemy's territory, these people who frightened the Huns and made great achievements on the battlefield are the role models he pursues.

In his heart, a real man can't make great achievements like Li Guang, Wei Qing, and Huo Qubing, and leave his name in history. If he can quickly ride the whip, cross the glaciers of the North Country, and recover the lost land, although he can't be famous forever, he will have no regrets.

It is a dream, not a dream. This is the embodiment of the poet's ideal in reality in the dream.

The bitter wind and rain of nature, also in the old and unfailing patriotic passion, in the dream of Iron Horse and Glacier, become lighter and lighter, and finally become a kind of foil that seems to be nothing. "

Mu Wan suddenly memorized the appreciation and analysis of these two lines of poems. She recited them fluently, as if she had repeated them many times.

"Patriotic?" Hearing these two words from Mu Wan's mouth made Ye Liang'an a little mocking.He looked at Mu Wan, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.He never thought that an organization that could write such an oath was a patriotic organization?

Mu Wan didn't speak.

(End of this chapter)