Wasteland Crane Returns Late

Lin Qingwan remembered that night, which was bone-chilling. Han Wuyou's blade was dripping with blood, but he smiled and said that he wanted to boil a pot of rootless water - using the unmelted snow between the rebel corpses. "The crane should have flown over the Ten Thousand Mountains, so why bother being trapped in this man-eating mire?" She tore off her red-stained skirt and wrapped it around the chain wound on Lin Qingwan's wrist. Her fingertips were colder than the north wind. But they are prisoners of the wasteland after all. One carries the shackles of the legitimate daughter of the former imperial concubine, and has bones as clean as bamboo, but is deeply involved in the regicide chess game; the other bears the tattoos of the shaman tribe of Western Xinjiang, rides on his horse and drinks poisonous wine with a smile, saying that the poison is not as painful as the human heart. Some people ask them to kneel down and become a monument in the history books, while others force them to be crazy and make blades in troubled times. Only each other remembers: What was hidden on Lin Qingwan's hairpin was not a poisonous needle, but a dead branch from a crane's neck that was broken off to Han Wuyou when he was young. There was no military talisman in the brocade pouch around Han Wuyou's waist, only a strand of black hair that the other party had broken off in prison. Later, the beacon fire burned down the sky of the imperial city, and they ran towards the cliff in the rain of arrows. Han Wuyou suddenly put the blood-stained crane feather back into Lin Qingwan's hair: "I heard that there is a fairy mountain in the far north, where the cranes that never return south are buried." Lin Qingwan looked at the half of the old red rope exposed from her sleeves: "If you can't cross this hundred-mile road to hell..." The setting sun is like a bloody place, and the sound of the wings of the two cranes shatters the dusk. ——It turns out that the wilderness never buries obsessions, but only tempers the courage to live in the face of death.