The year he left, the snow outside the Great Wall had not yet melted.
Su Wan said: "When the spring breeze comes, you will come back."
Gu Beicheng nodded, got on his horse, and never looked back.
Later every spring, she wrote a letter and asked someone to take it to the border.
The letter said that the love blossoms at home were blooming, that my mother was in good health, that the neighbor's dog had pups - but it didn't say, I miss you.
In the sixth year, the messenger came back and said: General Gu is gone. He died on the battlefield and his body is gone.
Su Wan didn't believe it.
In the seventh year, she wrote letters as usual. After writing the last stroke, I looked up and saw a person standing at the door of the courtyard.
His body was covered with travel dust, his face was covered with stubble, and his old armor was in disrepair.
He looked at her, his eyes were red, he opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to say something in a hoarse voice:
"The letter... I received it."
Su Wan stood there stunned, and the letter in her hand fell to the ground.
Seven years.
Two thousand five hundred and fifty-five days.
The person she was waiting for was back.
But behind him was a woman with a child in her arms.
The child looked up at him and shouted: "Dad."
The spring breeze rises again, blowing down a peach tree.
Su Wan bent down to pick up the letter and patted the dirt on it gently.
"It'll be nice to come back," she said.
