After Time Travel, I Fell in Love with Nvbalu

"Guihong" is a long epic that redefines "side by side" between artillery fire and martial arts. The most touching thing about it is not the breakthroughs in the universe, nor the past and present life spanning three hundred years, but the process of two people handing over the most fragile details to each other bit by bit, from the palms of their hands to the interlocking of their fingers during the most cruel war. Su He's cocoon, Lin Yue's scar, the always too many mint leaves in the enamel jar, the tightness of the legging strap fastener that is accurate to half a finger - these details make the technique no longer a mysterious setting, but the temperature that two people remember with their bodies after countless failures, running-in, and supporting each other. Every breakthrough was not due to talent, but because she squatted by the stream for an extra moment to pick up a dead leaf, and because he folded the old leggings and put them into the space for her. The formulas carved on the stone wall by the princess in the previous life were re-translated into the human language in this life using a bowl of braised noodles, a chive flower, and a song "Jasmine" that they hummed half a sentence before swallowing. The existence of the old enemy Ishii Ichiro provides the sharpest whetstone for this relationship. His ancestors have been chasing him since the late Ming Dynasty, and they always only have half a map and a bunch of cold observation data in their hands-aluminum chip cross sections, thought fluctuation spectrum, and stake coordinates. He could never understand that the Wuji Jue of Heaven and Earth could never be solved by one person. His loneliness and the twins of Su He and Lin Yue form the most fundamental contrast in the book: on one side is the cage of solitary obsession and data accumulated over generations, and on the other side are two people standing side by side on the top of the cliff, spinning as their palms touch each other. The practice in the book is not just a showpiece separated from the narrative, but a gear that closely meshes with the three lines of treasure hunting, emotion, and fateful duel. Each level of breakthrough in skills corresponds to an emotional progression, an echo of the past life, and an air-to-air confrontation with Ishii. The form of the script ensures that the plot skeleton is tightly integrated, and when it is turned into a novel, sensory details and psychological blanks are filled in. When reading, it has the rough texture of battlefield smoke, but also the gentle aftertaste of the stone slabs under the moon. After the cover-up, the most unforgettable scene was not the decisive battle or the golden light of system activation, but the half-sentence of the song she hummed while leaning her head on his shoulder on New Year's Eve. The movement was very light, but it took a full three hundred years.