On Peach Blossom Island, she crushed his cricket.
In Xiangyang City, she cut off his arm.
From the age of eleven to thirty-eight, from Peach Blossom Creek to the banks of the Han River.
The bond between them was never given a name.
It was not love, not hatred, not resentment, not regret.
It was the silence of a chess game in the rain, the wordlessness of an afternoon by the stream.
It was the smile with which he said “Good” when his arm was severed, and the broken sword she gripped before the city fell.
Thirty-four years, summed up in eight words:
“We respected each other and lived our own lives in peace.”
Until the night Xiangyang fell, on Peach Blossom Slope.
Leaning against his chest, she finally asked:
“Yang Guo, what are we?”
He gazed at the stars filling the sky and softly replied:
“Old friends. Kindred spirits. And... peach blossoms.”
Jin Yong wrote of Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü, bound together in life and death.
I write of Yang Guo and Guo Fu:
They never stood side by side, yet understood each other all their lives.
They never spoke of love, yet cared for each other forever.
This is a farewell that took thirty-four years to complete.
And a bond that never began, yet was eternal all the same.
“Peach blossoms bloom year after year. Is my old friend well?”
That was their final exchange.
Anyway, I didn't realize that Yang Guo, Aifu's sister, was always there for Long Er. They should be locked up!
Speechless, has nothing to do with the introduction
Brother, did you write it with AI? In the first chapter, he gave the dragon-slaying knife to Guo Polu and everyone took it and left. In the second chapter, he gave it again for no reason?
Like AI, I haven't read the original work at all, it's just sour for the sake of being sour.