Outside Yanmen Pass, a broken arrow pierced his heart. Xiao Feng thought he was finally free.
I don't know how much time passed.
Maybe it's an instant, maybe it's a thousand years.
A ray of heat suddenly seeped into his cold soul, like someone holding his fingertips in winter. The heat was extremely light and slow. It emerged from nothingness and gradually merged into a warm current, pulling him back from nothingness bit by bit.
Xiao Feng opened his eyes suddenly.
There is no abyss, no clouds, no strong winds and wild geese at Yanmen Pass.
Above the head was a wooden beam that was blackened by fireworks, and hung with a few bunches of shriveled red peppers and a bunch of yellow corn. Sunlight leaked in through the cracks in the wooden windows, drawing a thin golden line on the earthen wall.
The air was filled with the faint aroma of rice porridge and a hint of scallion oil... This smell was so familiar to him!
It is home, and it is also the harbor that he has longed for but thought he would never find again.
Is he back? Back when I was seven years old and bedridden with a high fever, Qiao Sanhuai and his wife stayed by my side.
After the serious illness, both parents found that the child seemed to have grown up overnight, and his eyes were so calm that he did not look like a seven-year-old child. What was even more surprising was that even his favorite scallion pancake was willing to share it with his parents...
In his previous life, he had unparalleled martial arts skills. He believed in being a great chivalrous man all his life and served the country and the people. He always had the world in mind, but in the end he couldn't even protect his close relatives around him.
Now that all his peak internal strength has returned to his youth with his soul, and given a chance to do it over again, can he hold on to the rare fireworks and warmth in front of him and fulfill the promise that he owes half his life?
