On the first night of Bianjing, the fifteen-year-old young general Xin Huaijin met the orphan Jiang Yuewu.
"When I regain the rivers and mountains, I will come find you."
"I'll wait for you by the Han River for as long as you want."
Thirteen years later, he regained Bianjing and rushed to the Linjiang Inn on the Han River.
Waiting for him was only a box of relics: withered plums, a blood-stained handkerchief, and the words "Huaijin, I can't wait for you anymore."
From then on, he guarded the cold moon of Han River and spent the rest of his life as a monument:
"Xin Huaijin and Jiang Yuewu sleep together in the cold moon of the Han River"
——"I searched for him thousands of times among the crowd, but suddenly I looked back."
That person is already in the depths of time and can never wait to return.
The most painful thing in the world is not waiting.
When I finally waited, I had already missed a lifetime.
Reader comments
Originally I just read it out of curiosity, but slowly I was taken away by the author and brought into the past full of regrets. Maybe people are pursuing something and waiting for something throughout their lives, but regrets and sadness are always there. Two orphans in troubled times can redeem and illuminate each other. People often say: After thousands of sails have passed, the river is silent and the moon is barren, waiting for the return of old friends alone. A word of waiting is a long-lasting love, a lifetime.
Originally I just read it out of curiosity, but slowly I was taken away by the author and brought into the past full of regrets. Maybe people are pursuing something and waiting for something throughout their lives, but regrets and sadness are always there. Two orphans in troubled times can redeem and illuminate each other. People often say: After thousands of sails have passed, the river is silent and the moon is barren, waiting for the return of old friends alone. A word of waiting is a long-lasting love, a lifetime.