At that time, many things could not be named.
The two teenagers separated in the yard, and he handed him a bag containing dried kapok flowers. Not jewelry, not money, but a bag of ordinary kapok, thirteen kapok flowers.
In ancient times, thirteen meant "a pair of people for a lifetime".
Later, one person went to the battlefield and the other guarded Kapok.
There is no news about one person, and the other person is looking for him with a gun.
Later, the city gate was broken down.
The person who is looking for him does not know which war he died in. No one remembers or misses him.
Only that tree blooms and falls every year.
The flowers fall next to the tree, are showered with rain, and scatter into the wind. Eventually he was trampled into the mud.
No one knew that there were two bags of dried flowers buried under the tree.
A bag of thirteen flowers, one pair for a lifetime.
A bag of seventy-two flowers. If you don't come back in three years, I will look for you.
Not seeing him for one day is like three autumn days.
Three years, thirty-six months, one thousand and ninety-six days, seventy-two flowers.
One person is waiting for him,
One person is looking for him.
Three years have passed, more than half of China has passed, countless nameless battles have passed, and... A kapok tree has separated us.
Hero tree,
Not only did he transform from books to martial arts,
He is also the one who is looking for people with a gun.
Purpose: Patriotism