In Longyuan Village in March, the loquats are almost ripe.
Chen Changan lives in the east end of the village. Chopping firewood, practicing guns, passing by the window of the Song family in Xitou every day - looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus one more time, looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus one more time.
Song Yuqiao is the most skillful embroiderer from all over the country. She embroidered an osmanthus handkerchief with words hidden in the petals. When he handed it to Chen Changan, he just said: "Take it. Take it with you wherever you go." He accepted it. Don't know what's hidden inside.
Then Chiyang Pass was broken. The defeated troops entered the village, followed by Beishuo's cavalry. Overnight, the village disappeared. His father died in the ruined temple to protect him. Song Yuqiao pushed the wheelbarrow south, and her mother's body was lying on the wheelbarrow.
He was captured and sent north to be used as cannon fodder. She sneaked into the ranks of refugees and headed north to look for him. One learns how to kill people in the barbarian territory, and the other makes a living by embroidering osmanthus flowers in the princess's mansion. A few streets apart, we don't know each other.
Until that day, there was a man squatting at the entrance of the alley, whittling a piece of wood.
"Big fool."
He looked up. The ears are red.
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He thought he was an orphan from Longyuan Village. She thought he was just a boy who could chop wood.
Until the wild goose pattern on the bronze medal reveals the secret of the collapse of a dynasty.
In troubled times, living means meeting each other. The loquats I owe and the names in the handkerchiefs I owe will one day be repaid.
