Protagonist Aura

Time is easy to get, and it is ruthless.

The heavy snow this year has taken away Zhao Gongxin, and at the same time it has also released a strong signal that a new era is coming.

As the saying goes, those in power, especially those at the level of Zhao Gongxin, pursue not only the merits in power, but also the name behind them.

When people think that the official will solemnly handle this funeral, in fact, it is not.

It seems that Zhao Gong had deliberately explained before his new life that everything should be kept simple. Therefore, in accordance with the wishes of the deceased, the scale of this funeral was gradually reduced, and the funeral was mainly low-key.

The funeral posts were simultaneously circulated to all major provinces and cities in the country, and then notified batch by batch by the government. All the people in the country should know about this.

I don't know, it's because I was born with old age.

He was still waiting for his death, and only then did he recall how good he was during his lifetime, just like the complex thoughts of everyone when Ning Xuanyuan left sadly.

Now, Zhao Gongxin, a meritorious figure, has also left.

I heard that he was unwilling to leave, because the person he missed the most and couldn't let go was not by his side.

Everyone knows that the surname of this person who was supposed to be by his side but ended up breaking the appointment is Ning!

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Snow in the Northern Territory is getting bigger and bigger.

Even in the daytime, the place where the line of sight can be touched is still foggy.

Fortunately, after the heavy snow ravaged the entire north, it finally reduced its scale and stopped.

It is a straight line from the national capital of Yanjing, only 20 kilometers away from a closed village. A young man walked out of the house contentedly after hurriedly eating the soup made by his wife.

"Finally the snow stopped."

The young man akimbo his hips, smiled and stretched out a grandiose posture, his eyes jumped, and he chased a dead leaf crushed by snow.

He actually has a very handsome face, especially those eyes that are deep and full of tenderness.

I still remember that when I first came to this villa, the local residents were a little shocked. I guess they had never seen such a handsome young brother.

unfortunately……

As he grows older, his lifestyle becomes more and more lazy. Today, he has black stubble growing like weeds. He stretches out his hand and feels a little bit of it.

I used to be quite satisfactory and I am used to it.

Nowadays, if you live recklessly, you will know that a sea of ​​fame and fortune is the most beautiful.

Ma Fang Nanshan, knives and guns in the warehouse?

Or is it to be more hypocritical, to hide one's name, and not ask about the world ever since?

"Hey, why don't you go out to chop wood? Why are you in a daze?"

Someone stretched out his five fingers, shook them in front of his eyes, then raised a kick mercilessly, then slammed the door, and the action was smooth and smooth.

It was Ning Xuanyuan's bearded man who reluctantly rolled his eyes, and finally picked up the hatchet at the door, wheezing, ready to do something.

"Ning Wa'er, was bullied by the mother-in-law again?"

On the opposite side of the door, an old man wrapped in heavy beast clothing and pulling the smoke, gloating and winking at Ning Xuanyuan.

Ning Xuanyuan didn't get angry and choked back, "How can I be afraid of a woman like a majestic man like me? I let her, you don't understand!"

Living with high-cold people, you will more and more cherish words like gold.

In the same way, if you live with cheerful people for a long time, you will only smile unknowingly.

People are easy to change!

Today, Ning Xuanyuan loves to break his mouth more than ever, and he keeps talking about it, but he enjoys it quite a bit.

After listening to Ning Xuanyuan’s explanation, the old guy couldn’t help laughing, and pointed his finger at the axe in his hand. “The big man was holding the axe and shrank in the col, chopping wood and carrying water. stern?!"

Ning Xuanyuan pursed his lips and said nothing.

A few days ago, when I met this old man with a hangover, maybe it was because he was drunk to tell the truth. He had secretly told the old man that his surname was Xuanyuan.

Master Han choked on his nose, squinting his drunken eyes, and burying Ning Xuanyuan. If you were the commander-in-chief of Ning Xuanyuan, in the coming year, wait for the old man to belch and carry the coffin?

On the day of confinement, the commander-in-chief of any country personally carried the coffin, even if he entered the Palace of the Lord of Gods, he would wake up with laughter!

He took advantage of his drunkenness that night, and didn't take it seriously. In fact, he would forget the ‘gentleman’s appointment’ he had with Ning Xuanyuan the night before when he got up the next day.

But he remembered it in his heart.

No special reason!

Quandang is repaying this old man Han for teaching himself how to chop wood, right? Haha!

"Crack."

The window behind Ning Xuanyuan suddenly opened. Qin Qiu, who was busy with hygiene, raised his chin and raised eyebrows, as if he was about to show off, "Wood, I learned the first sentence last night, read it to you?"

"Don't listen." Ning Xuanyuan pretended to cover his ears.

"At the beginning of the oblique moon, the mountains, the sky and the water are quiet, and Junzhang'er looks at the southern snow, a clear breeze and white heads."

When Qin Qiu turned a deaf ear to Ning Xuanyuan's disgust, and even thought of the three words "two white heads", he couldn't help repeating silently several times.

In fact, the original poem is, when Zhang Er looks at Nanxue, Mei Hua and I are both white.

But they are together now, where and when?

Today's days, of course, are a bit miserable, but she believes that this is the beautiful life she has planned to be alone with him more than once in her dream.

A little far away.

A faithful official who braved the mountain road and walked constantly came to the mountain village.

Old man Han is actually the head of the village. Although communication is inconvenient here, he is not isolated from the world. In the usual five or six days, letter officials come to pass letters from house to house.

Only this time, the letter official came three days earlier than the last time.

Old man Han scratched his head with suspicion, then got up to greet him, and whispered, "Could it be that someone in the village has something serious?"

Ning Xuanyuan didn't pay attention to these. The most urgent thing he should consider is when he can finish cutting the wood, and then go home to have a good rest. It was freezing cold, and it was tiring to do rough work.

However, after the old man Han had contacted the letter official, he began to summon the villagers. The shock and surprise, and even regret, could not be concealed.

Ning Xuanyuan was the last to know the news.

The content of the letter is very brief, but the words are heavy. Zhao Gongxin died of illness, and the whole country observes silently!

The time in winter is uncertain.

Ning Xuanyuan didn't know how long he stood stupidly.

He only knew that when he first met his biological father Ning Qinghan, he was a little excited, but there was actually not much emotional fluctuation.

When he searched thousands of mountains and rivers and found grass, he was not only grateful to the sky for paying off, but also calm and quiet.

But this time.

He was uncomfortable, and as soon as he raised his head, Qin Qiu could see the tears deep in his eyes!

A goodbye to this, more than July.

He actually waited until the news of Zhao Gongxin's death!

‘Ning Sheng, if I die in the future, will you cry? ’

‘Think beautiful! ’

He thought he could face it with relief, but when this day really came, he was more sad than anyone else. It turned out that a man who once stood upright and carried half of the river and mountains on his shoulders would cry!

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