Listen to Jianxing

People always like to look back on the past, poets are chanting, painters are not stopping their pens, and tunes in the streets and alleys are singing names that people do not want to forget from time to time. As time has passed, the stories and people of those years have long been integrated into the dust of history and become a dazzling part of it. "Think about that boy from the Jiang Mansion back then, and then..." Said a well-known local old man. "Yes, I still remember him..." The middle-aged man on the side also said something. The customers in the store are echoing this. "It's all over, let's see if we can write another chapter in this world!" Young man holding a sword and raising a glass So the whole house cheered At this time, in the corner of the restaurant, a man whose age and appearance could not be seen clearly had his mouth slightly raised. After draining the glass of wine, I left a few pennies behind. He picked up the sword on the side and took the hand of the woman on the side. "Hero, did you see it? I'll give you something beautiful." The woman teased. "No matter how great a hero is, he still has to go home." The two of them turned around and walked towards home, as if they were walking into history.