Jiang Ye taught swordsmanship in the mountains for twenty years. No one came to her, and she didn't wait for anyone.
Until a young man came to her yard carrying a stone.
"My father's name is Chen Jiu. He died in that war twenty years ago. I want to know what he looked like in the end."
Jiang Ye took off the sword that had been hanging on the wall for twenty years.
She took him to Zhou Ping, who owned a tavern. Zhou Ping poured a glass of wine for the empty seat: "This glass is for your father."
She takes him to the White Deer who grows medicinal herbs. Under Bai Lu's pillow was a letter that had never been opened.
She would also take him to find the archer hiding in the forest, and the man who put down his sword and returned to his hometown to farm.
With each person he finds, the young man learns a little more about his father.
But Jiang Ye didn't speak. She just walks. Go very slowly.
She has been gone her whole life. From the day I held the sword, I was walking.
I didn't know where to go before. Now I know.
This is not a story about heroes.
This is a story about how the living continue to live after the heroes leave.
Some people wait all their lives, some people walk all their lives, some people carve their names on stones and stand them in the wind.
What did he finally find?
He found a stone. On the stone it is written:
"Xiaojiu, dad went to fight monsters. He will be back in a few days."
He lied.
But he didn't mean it.
Purpose: Remember that every life lived seriously is the greatest kindness to the world.