The bowed Xia Ming sword shines on the frost, and the autumn wind moves out of Xianyang

The bowed Xia Ming sword shines on the frost, and the autumn wind moves out of Xianyang

When I met Zhiqiu, everyone called him Sister Qiu. At that time, I was writing the Master's Notes. One night Zhiqiu found me on QQ, told me that he admired my books, and pulled me into his book group.

Then he said, Damn, you’re not a girl? I said, damn, you’re not Sister Qiu either?

This was all fourteen years ago.

In 2015, I came to Chengdu alone. I had just settled in and it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. I think Zhiqiu is in Leshan, which is pretty close, so I might as well go and meet him.

I got off the train and Zhiqiu came to pick me up. Only then did I realize that he turned out to be a dignified husband who was about 1.8 meters tall. He took me to his house and cooked a few dishes for me, including a plate of sweet-skinned duck and a plate of fried bacon with garlic moss. I can’t remember the rest.

He was a generous and enthusiastic person with a wide network of friends, and he had the legacy of an ancient gentleman. If he had been in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, he would have had a large number of followers.

In this day and age, he is also a rare good person.

I'm good at internal friction, so I can't write any heroic characters. The reason why this book is about swordsmen is because Zhiqiu is the prototype of Zeng Jianqiu. He is a perfect swordsman template and possesses all the beautiful qualities of swordsmen.

Zhiqiu has his own unique insights and views on life and the world. He often says that the character he sees now is not a natural result - "I used to have the same character as you". He only needs to slowly heal and correct himself. became what it is now.

I shed some tears after hearing the sad news, but now as I write these things, I suddenly realize that they are a bit redundant.

I used to be very afraid of death. I was afraid of nothingness and non-existence after death. I was afraid that everything I had experienced in this life would be in vain and would be meaningless after death.

But Zhiqiu believes that death is not the end of everything. Life is just a projection of the high-dimensional "I". The decay of the body is just a return to that "I", not nothingness.

If anyone wants to ask what he was thinking at the last moment, based on some evidence, I think he felt relieved and free. For him, maybe this is not a miserable tragedy, but a brave rush towards a new world.

So there’s no need to get hung up on the details, and there’s no need to be overly sad and sad.

In addition, Zhiqiu’s family will not initiate online activities to collect gifts or raise funds in Zhiqiu’s name. I hope everyone will be discerning. (End of chapter)