
There is No War on the Border
About This Novel
In 2019, a Tang Dynasty stone tablet was unearthed in Wuwei, Gansu. The inscription contains one hundred and twenty-seven words, written in modern simplified Chinese. The last line of small print: My son comes from one thousand two hundred years later. He cannot keep you alive. My son is useless. -- In the thirteenth year of Tianbao, Li Shen woke up in the tent of Zhe Chong Mansion. He doesn't know how to make fire or fight. He only knows that in two years' time, during the Anshi Rebellion and the fall of Hexi, everyone here will die. But he couldn't say. He could only watch Zhao Dalang use the money he had saved for eighteen years as a coffin book, watch Carpenter Zheng holding the wood carving carved by his son, watch Wang Ergou learn to write his name, and watch Ashina cut his finger and press a blood seal to swear. He could only watch his father standing on the city wall, knowing that he could not hold on, but still did not come down. -- This is not one person's story. These are Zhao Dalang's candied haws, the beacon that Old Man Liu has guarded for thirty-six years, and the blood-soaked letter from home in Sun Laizi's arms. This is the wooden board carved by Wang Ergou, with more than a hundred names on it. This is the last line on Ashina's tombstone: Master said, from now on you are my brother. This is the tombstone of a group of people.
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