Angst with a little sweetness.
Gu Lin x Wei Heng | He guards the snowy frontier for him, while the other keeps the last bowl of noodles in the world warm for him.
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Wei Heng, courtesy name Jinghuai, is a seventeen-year-old young commander at the frontier.
He has a pair of smiling peach-blossom eyes and a cinnabar mole at the corner of his right eye. When he smiles, he's cheeky and irritating, but the soldiers at the frontier all know their young commander is gentler than anyone and can endure more than anyone else.
A faded red cord is tied around his left leg. The copper bell on it is engraved with the character "An." His mother walked for three days and nights to get it from a Buddhist temple.
His mother said, "I don't ask you to win glory or make a name for yourself. I only want you to live a safe and peaceful life."
But seven years ago, the barbarian leader Tuoba Jing slaughtered his hundred thousand brothers-in-arms. His father died in battle, and his mother drew off the pursuers alone and never came back. He hid in a grain cellar with his five-year-old sister, covering her mouth as he memorized the name of his enemy.
Seven years later, the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, his birthday.
His sister and the Ninth Prince cooked him a bowl of longevity noodles. The broth was piping hot, with a fried egg nestled in the middle. As he bowed his head to eat, he felt he might be able to keep going a little longer.
Then the military report arrived.
Tuoba Jing had slaughtered Liangshui Village, where his mother had died. One hundred and forty-seven people. The message left behind read: "Wei Jinghuai, consider this interest."
He set down his chopsticks, put on his armor, and summoned his troops. Behind him were his sister's tear-reddened eyes, the noodles the prince had warmed three times, and the tracks his guards had left in the snow after following him all night.
The copper bell had never rung once.
He hadn't managed to keep even a single "An" safe.
But there was still someone in this world waiting for him to come home and eat noodles.
That was enough to keep him going.
The red cord remains, and so does he. The story isn't over.
Theme: Even through fire and flood, there is always a light shining for you.
