Mountains and rivers are broken, old friends are scattered.
I buried the chess pieces twenty years ago, but once the pieces fell, the whole game was damaged.
Xun Yanhui, the youngest Minister of Rites in the Zhou Dynasty. The world only saw that he was as gentle as jade and that he had no plans to leave behind, but they did not know that he was the deepest thorn in the court of the South Vietnamese survivors.
Gu Jiuge, the general of Zhenbei who rebelled against the country and surrendered to the enemy. The whole world scolded him for his treachery, but little did they know that he used his body as bait and lurked in the north just to return a spring to his homeland.
They are from the same sect, they are brothers, and they are also the two sharpest knives in this chess game of national restoration.
Lu Minglou said: "Brotherhood is very important, don't ask whether it is worth it."
Xiao Nanzhi said: "An arrow pierces the heart, and Nanzhi will bear it for the rest of his life."
Liu Yi said: "Follow me throughout your life and you will never regret it."
Xiaoyaozi said: "If you lose your name, you win the fragrance."
This is a story about tolerance, sacrifice, restoration and loneliness.
There are no golden fingers here, just twenty years of meticulous planning step by step.
There is no halo of the protagonist here, only the determination to die knowing that nothing can be done.
Old friends from mountains and rivers are here, and we will live up to the promise we made back then.
Intention: The chess falls silently, with countless meanings. Old friends in the mountains and rivers are still there, and we can live up to the promise made back then.