Chapter 90: The Dedicated Bandit_1

Chapter 90

Thousand acres of snowfield emanate the glow of night, Poetic sentiment and personal feelings are both vast and ambiguous,

Five paths in the village ahead for you to tread, The path is long and winding, as is the night.

The vast and snowy mountains and land, four fast horses pull a sledge made of wooden planks galloping across the snowfield, the tiny black dot is akin to a drop of black ink on a piece of rice paper.

Cheng Dalei is bundled up in a large wrap sitting on the snow sledge, the frigid wind buffeting his face, his eyes and eyebrows both covered with frost. He hugged the large wrap on his body tighter, and calmly recited a four-line poem.

Zhang Fei's eyes lit up: "Chief Cheng can compose poetry!"

"Ha, you caught me red-handed." Cheng Dalei responded: "I once studied the sage book too, and wished to do great deeds for my country and people. But it's all thanks to this world, it really forced a scholar like me to become a bandit."