Jiang Fog Sinking Halberd

The bowl of ginger tea handed over by Jiang Wuli turned out to be the first spring bud growing in the ice cellar. He is the blood-quenching knife of the Weiying Shadow Department. He has been in darkness for twelve years, and has the word "shadow" engraved on his wrist. He thinks that he will only be accompanied by killing for the rest of his life. Until he met the young master from Jiangdong who always loved to call him "Lan" with a smile - he would stuff warm fish bellies into him when fishing at the stern of the boat, wrap his cloak around the two of them on snowy nights, and even turn his head and say to him "Don't be afraid, I'm here" when confronting the enemy. From the reed swamps in Ruxukou to the painted boats on the Qinhuai River, from the tense confrontations to the laughter while building a snowman, the scar on his arm has become a medal that both parties understand, and the smoke from Jiangdong's cooking stove grows in the crying voice of the old film department. When Sima Yi's token sank into the middle of the river, what emerged from the sound of cracking ice was the agreement "We teach them to live a good life" and the determination that "this river can accommodate the past and the future." They are each other's boat and the shore. In the ebb and flow of the tide, the shadow of the sword turns into the sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and the intrigue turns into an ordinary night illuminated by the fish lantern at the stern. You see, this river is flowing, carrying the story of the assassin and the young master, heading towards the depths of spring.