Thousands of Miles of Dust

"I have been lonely in this life. I lost my relatives and friends when I was young, I lost my teachers when I was young, and I lost my best friends when I was young. However, I have been fighting for many years, and the wind and sand are yellow, but I have not lost my heart to protect the country. I have been wandering for several years, snowy nights and icy rivers, but I have no regrets about my wish to help the world. Now that I am thirty years old, I am fortunate to be revived. I only rely on my heart to be full of blood and live a life. I will use this to pay for my family and country." "Fu Qing is willing to save southern Xinjiang from the loss of life, and promise Dazheng to make the country peaceful and the people peaceful." "I would like to wash away the dust and sacrifice this life and the dark night, bring the people I care about to the light, and do my best to seek justice in the world." The mountains were filled with mist in the early morning. "Azhao, senior brother wants to have sex." Meng Qian stood behind the house, his back facing the faint morning light and said slowly. The morning light fell, casting a soft halo over his silhouette. "Wait until I come back." No reply. "Or wait until I come to you." Still no reply. In my ears, there is only the rustling sound of the remaining trees. Meng Qian closed his eyes and opened them again. .. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.