The wild goose gate is closed, and the wind blows like a knife.
Someone asked Su Yunqi: Your grandfather was a criminal general, why do you guard this pass?
He didn't answer.
Later someone asked him: Why are you still guarding Yang Ye after he died?
He didn't answer either.
Later, no one asked.
He is still guarding.
From a weak crown to white hair, from a person to a barrier, from a broken knife to a wordless monument.
It took him a whole life.
