Chapter 60 The third quarter sad

The wine slides into the throat, rich and fragrant, and it is a good wine.Lu Buwei thought about the passage of wine through the stomach and intestines, and quickly reviewed his life.Oh, that was a wonderful life, a brilliant life, almost conquering the whole world, overlooking everyone. Lu Buwei, let me tell you, you have been chosen by heaven, and you have been blessed by heaven.You have never experienced a day of poverty and mediocrity.Destiny embraces you with tender arms, making you a superior person, immersed in the scenery and coldness of the heights.You should be content, thank you sincerely, and say goodbye with a smile.

Hey, my aunt drinks that golden scorpion, so I won't cherish it forever. Even if there is a millennium iron threshold, there must be a bun in the end.However, you have made outstanding contributions to the state of Qin, but in the end you ended up like this, and you did not end well.Maybe you still feel angry and think you deserve a more honorable death.But think again with your business mind!Your investments and achievements are all sunk costs.As a rational person, these sunk costs should not be taken into account when making decisions.In short, the past is the past, why bother to be sullen and sentimental.The Titanic was buried at the bottom of the sea, and Rose also started a new life.

Hey, my aunt drinks and drinks the other's cup, so as not to be hurt forever. Poisoned wine is wine after all.After two cups, Lu Buwei became more interested and his power of thinking became stronger. He thought of his childhood.At that time, he was a beautiful little boy, holding candy in one hand and being held by his father in the other hand, traveling around the city.Oh, those pure joys are in sight, but they are as far away as tens of thousands of years. He thought of his family.He has reached the end of the road, and he can no longer implicate them.And under the current situation, his death might be a good thing for them.He was the only one Yingzheng cared about. After his death, even if Yingzheng didn't forgive them, at least he wouldn't kill them all.

He thought of three thousand guests.Since he lost power, he has clearly felt that these three thousand guests are becoming more and more difficult to control.He is their master, but also their tool.They will not allow him to do nothing, and they will not allow him to sit still.If they had learned of Ying Zheng's letter, there was no guarantee that they would not kidnap him and leave the six kingdoms, thus becoming a traitor of Qin;And these two kinds of results are not what he wants to see.Either way, the hozen urges the tree to fall, and the hozen scatter when the tree falls. He thought of his unfinished political ideals.It is a pity that he will not survive the day of unifying China.Today's stage belongs to Ying Zheng and Li Si.However, the seed of the unity of the world was sown by him after all.In the fields in that autumn in the future, there must be a scene of a bumper harvest - neatly arranged golden piles of grain, some people listen to the bell for evening prayer, and some people bend over to pick ears.

This was his first taste of death, and despite his lack of experience, he still decided to choose reconciliation.He recalled those wonderful fragments in his life, as the last retention.And the most beautiful episodes are always related to a woman named Zhao Ji. A burst of familiar thoughts, like the luggage that Lu Buwei quietly opened in the middle of the night. Zhao Ji, how many nights, during this time period, we stayed with each other, unwilling to sleep.Two pairs of eyes, sweet gaze, warm surrender.At that time, you were my most important position, my strongest fortress.And I, a stupid soldier, thought that in order to win the highest honor, I must first give up all this.Later, the train in your heart drove away again, but my chance to lie on the tracks disappeared.

However, neither you nor I can deny that it was a too profound passing by, it was too extravagant squandering. Your departure is still going on, from spring to winter, from flowers to snow and rain.I know that I can never go back to the past.However, I miss you. I forced myself to believe in miracles.I have to believe that you and I meet again, I have to believe in growing old for each other.I must believe that when you come back, you will gently say to me: "Oh, so you have been here all along." Darling, I'm tired, tired, I can't pray anymore, miracles will never happen.I will sleep and leave this empty world to you.

Who will open the door for you ten years later?Who is it to share a lamp with you before falling asleep? I will go to sleep.Honey, don't cry, don't be afraid, it will pass soon.Maybe after many years, you pass by my tomb by chance, if you still want to, please sing this song for me: "Ge Shengmeng Chu, stalks grow in the wild. Yumei dies here, who will be with? Alone? Ge Shengmeng thorns, vines in the field.Yumei dies here, who will be with her?Solo? The corner pillow is bright, and the brocade quilt is rotten.Yumei dies here, who will be with her?Dudan? Summer day, winter night!After a hundred years old, it belongs to its residence.

Winter night, summer day!After a hundred years old, it belongs to his room. " (Note: This is "The Book of Songs Tang Feng Ge Sheng", which is a poem in which a wife mourns her husband.) And I, too, will feel satisfied and relieved underground.