On January 9, 21st year of the New Calendar, Song Beiyun experienced the first true separation of life and death after coming to this world.

The old man was gone, and he left the world forever in his sleep on a cold winter day.

Just like when he brought the hungry and cold Song Beiyun back to this world on that cold winter day more than 30 years ago, it was another night like this, and Song Beiyun personally sent him to another world.

The face of the old man lying on the bed did not change much. It seemed that there was no difference thirty years ago, and he was very old. According to the customs of his hometown, people need to shave off their beards after death, but Song Beiyun could not do anything with a razor in his hand.

I thought I had been invincible for a long time, but when things came to an end, I found that I was still just that useless coward.

He sat by the bed, with no expression on his face, no grief in his heart, and did not even realize that one of his close relatives had left him forever.

He just sat there, and his descendants came around. The adults arranged the old man's funeral, and the children were at a loss.

Only Song Beiyun sat there motionlessly, holding cigarettes in his hand, one after another, and did not smoke. He just let the cigarette butts burn their fingers, and then threw them away and replaced them with another one.

"I'll do it." Yusheng walked up to him and whispered: "I know there's no way to shave the old man. I'm also the one who grew up watching him. I'll do it."

Song Beiyun handed him the razor, but the two of them didn't say anything, but just walked out silently.

Outside, he saw Aunt Hong who was busy. Aunt Hong pulled him aside and nagged some customs in his hometown, and what kind of half immortals to ask for, what kind of coffin to find.

But Song Beiyun was still sitting there, his left ear coming in and his right ear coming out.

"I'll go and sleep for a while."

He suddenly stood up and said to Aunt Hong. Aunt Hong reached out and wiped Song Beiyun's face covered with dust: "Go."

No one disturbed him because he didn't need to operate many things at all, so naturally someone would arrange them properly. The old man actually only took a few days from getting sick to leaving, but he didn't suffer. However, Song Beiyun couldn't close his eyes these days.

Lying on the bed, Song Beiyun couldn't fall asleep at once, but just lay there staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, his mind full of the pictures of the past, chaotic and interesting.

Two people, especially two men, are lucky enough to become confidants, and the unfortunate life is you and me. And if they can become father and son master and apprentice, how lucky it is to be.

Once, Song Beiyun had a difficult sentence to understand: a man’s growth is never a process but a moment.

Just yesterday, when the old man held his hand and slowly closed his eyes, he could understand this for the first time. He felt that his hands gradually lost their temperature, and that his hands that could beat him to scream were gradually losing strength.

At that moment, I understood everything without saying anything.

Yes, I have lived to this age without realizing it, and I have to face the problems that everyone in the world has to face.

Time did not give him more preferential treatment because Song Beiyun was a time traveler. After spending his life doing addition, he would definitely start to subtract in the days to come.

In his chaotic thoughts, he seemed to return to the small tiled house back then, to the way he was angry because of being punished, to the way the old man mysteriously carried a pheasant to show off to him, and to the way he was chased by the old man to run around the mountain to be lazy and pretend to be sick.

The laughter could not be suppressed, but he immediately lost his smile. The smile stalemate on his face and turned into a long sigh.

What exactly is it? It seems that something is missing in my heart. Oh...it's probably a safe haven.

The old man is still there. No matter where he runs or what he is doing, Song Beiyun never worrys, because there will still be people chasing him everywhere with whips in hand. Even if he is unparalleled in the world and is already a success, he can still be a child.

But the old man is gone. From today on, he can only burn paper on the grave on the Qingming Festival Winter Solstice.

In fact, this feeling is not loneliness, nor fear, it is a kind of indescribable confusion and at a loss. After all, this is the first time that Song Beiyun faces death.

In the true sense, facing death, not only many people died in front of him, but he could get out of it.

The feeling of fatigue slowly came, and his tense whole body slowly relaxed and he slowly fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it was already shining brightly.

Sitting up from the bed, the sound of the suona came from outside, and there was no crying, but only the noise of gongs and drums.

He yawned and sat up, supported his knees with his hands, and looked at the bare persimmon tree outside the window with his eyes blanketed through the glass.

At this time, a head suddenly appeared at the window. Song Beiyun was startled. After seeing it clearly, he found that Zhao Xing was lying on the window and looking inside. Seeing Song Beiyun sitting there, he began to knock on the glass.

After opening the window for him, Zhao Xing looked at Song Beiyun carefully for a long time before speaking: "Do you know that you have been sleeping for seven days? I almost thought you were dead."

Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment: "Seven days?"

"Do you think the old man was buried early in the morning."

At this point, a cold wind suddenly rose from outside, which made Song Beiyun tremble all over. He looked up at the bright sunshine outside and then looked at Zhao Xing. Suddenly, his whole body became soft, but he cried.

A middle-aged man cried loudly, but there was no trace of funnyness.

Zhao Xing lay there without saying anything, but just waited quietly. When Song Beiyun's energy completely slowed down, he got into the room through the window.

No one went back to blame Song Beiyun because he was a delicate and sensitive person himself. Some people thought that he should not be so weak as he was so iron-fisted. But iron-fisted and delicate are actually not in conflict.

"There is Laba porridge outside, I'll get you a bowl."

Song Beiyun ate a bowl of sweet and hot Laba porridge, but as his body recovered, strong hunger swept with him. He ate a large bowl of porridge, and sat there silently.

"I'm going to set off in a few days." Zhao Xing leaned against the table and said to Song Beiyun: "When you send me off, you may not be able to meet in this life..."

Song Beiyun didn't say anything. Zhao Xing was like a windy person. Things have come to this point, so it is inevitable that he would leave. After all, he could not live to this day. According to the normal development trend, he should have died in a certain typhoid fever more than 20 years ago.

"Be careful." Song Beiyun whispered: "What are you planning to do?"

"First travel around the world, then go and see the vastness of the world." Zhao Xing smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't get the white flag into France with you, but I really can't wait for that day."

Song Beiyun nodded slightly: "Okay."

After the funeral was over, life returned to normal, and Zhao Xing finally decided to leave on this day.

He wanted to measure the world with his steps, but Song Beiyun could not understand it, but he supported Zhao Xing's decision because it was a romance that really belonged to him. Although he was actually not competent as a father, husband, and emperor, perhaps he was not born to exist for these responsibilities.

There is no exaggerated farewell, just in the ten-mile pavilion, there are a few simple side dishes and a large pot of warm rice wine.

The two chatted from morning to afternoon.

"I won't leave the elixir of immortality for you." Zhao Xing said with a smile: "Maybe it is useful or not. I secretly ate it the day when I can't hold on. If we have the chance, we can meet again. If we can't meet, the first rain in March every year will be considered as I'm back to see you."

Song Beiyun chuckled and raised his wine glass: "I wish you a good wind."

"The future of the country will be left to you." Zhao Xing raised his wine glass and laughed: "I am not competent in anything I do. I think it's because I shouldn't belong to this world."

"You actually did a good job."

"But I'm not happy." Zhao Xing took a long breath: "Before I made this decision, I actually thought for a long time. But whether it is to be a good husband, a good emperor or a good father, there is not much time left for me in the end. I am in my forties, not many years. I want to leave the last little time for myself."

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Everything is OK."

Zhao Xing suddenly found that he had nothing to say because he felt that Song Beiyun he was facing was a...the new Song Beiyun, and all his prepared words were pushed back by this sentence "It's OK", and there was no room for maneuver.

"Why don't you persuade me anymore? I'm still going to persuade me but I don't listen, and then I'll spill all my courage. Why don't you persuade me?"

"If you and I are twenty years old this year, I will beg you. Because you are only twenty years old, life still has thousands of possibilities and prosperity, and it is the time to prepare for it. If you and I are thirty years old this year, I will advise you. Because of the heavy responsibility, the road is long and the mainstay is indispensable." Song Beiyun shook his head: "You and I are forty years old. Although forty years are not old, looking up and down, it just hangs in the air. Looking back twenty years ago, twenty years ago

Twenty years ago, you and I were full of passion. I knelt on the huge world map and were full of confidence and swearing to let the country of China last for a thousand years. Looking forward to twenty years later, you and I are old, with white hair, chanting poems and singing songs, and sighing that the times have changed. It’s boring, boring. It’s better for someone to choose a path that no one else can choose. In the future, I’ll be over 60 years old, and when talking to others, I have more guesses and curiosity.”

Song Beiyun looked up at the cloudless sky, his eyes following the sky, and his thoughts soared in the vastness.

After a long time, I came back to my senses: "It's enviable. Go, go. If you can see me again, come and talk to me about this journey of thousands of miles. If you can't see me again, you will be sacrificing three cups to your hometown when the Mid-Autumn Festival is bright, which is also the same as the wind and moon."

Zhao Xing pursed his lips and looked up at the sky: "It's getting late."

Song Beiyun stood up and clasped his fists at Zhao Xing: "It is a blessing for the world to fight side by side with you in this life. Please take care of yourself today."

Zhao Xing drank the rice wine in the glass in one go, carried his bags, and left without looking back.

He couldn't look back and dared not look back, because this was his one-stop motivation. Once he turned around, he might not have the courage to take this step again in his life.

Song Beiyun sat there looking at Zhao Xing's back, filling himself with a glass of wine.

He held the wine glass in his hand and suddenly remembered Master Hongyi's words. At this moment, there were long pavilions, ancient roads, and fragrant grasses, but there was no melodious sound of flutes in his ears.

At what time, I couldn't say it out loud, and the sunset shone in the evening.

In the second month after Zhao Xing left, the first thermal power plant in the Song Dynasty was officially listed in Lianyungang, which marked the opening of the 2.0 era in the industrial era and the entry of electricity into a wide range of applications.

Then the first full-iron armored ship was launched for a comprehensive sea trial, and then the Song Dynasty officially reached an agreement with Luzon to permanently own the Strait of Malacca. Both sides of the Strait of Malacca officially became enclaves of the Song Dynasty.

In April of the same year, an unprecedented large-scale war broke out in Constantinople. The European army gathered 850,000 people to launch an attack on Constantinople. The Asian army that defended it won the battle under the dense and powerful firepower net, but it also hurt its vitality.

At this point, the war on Eurasia officially entered the stage of full-scale war. This war, which has the largest scale, the largest number of people in history, the largest number of resources, the largest total force, and the largest total force, has officially begun.

Under the stimulation of the war, Europe could already take out weapons that could deal with airships in a few months. After no sky advantage, the Asian army's strategy progress was also very slow, and both sides attacked and defended each other, and it was extremely difficult to fight.

But the only difference is that Europe has a home field advantage while the Asian army has an overseas combat advantage.

Both sides are very strong, and have extremely excellent commanders who can play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. They bit each other very hard. In addition, Europe itself has enough depth, so this war is considered interesting only after this.

But there is one thing that Europe cannot beat the Asian army, that is, as the Asian army that fights out of the country, as long as they keep supplying, they will never fail. As the European army, as the defensive side, will inevitably lose part of its resource output, and due to the influence of war, food, industrial processes and population will begin to decline.

But the Han people are also a nation with legendary toughness. In terms of protracted warfare, the enemy is not an opponent.

Europe is very anxious, but Asia is not anxious because the overall impact of this war on Asia was positive, and it opened up a large range of free trade areas and even gradually began to feed back to the Song Dynasty.

And this is also a link in Song Beiyun's strategic deployment. It is precisely because of this that he has now had a brand new name in Asia's only god.
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