Li Zhao entered the officialdom at the age of nineteen and came from Tsinghua University. Li Zhao originally thought that governing the country and bringing peace to the world was just an article written one by one. After sneaking out of the country at the age of eighteen, He Wugu just wanted to see with his own eyes what the peace that his brother and sister-in-law had been fighting for so desperately looked like.
In the late spring of Yong'an City, two teenagers met.
One is as calm as water, the other is as free and easy as wind. One of them was arguing with the ministers in the court, and the other was wandering around in the market pretending to be a drug dealer - two people who were supposed to be enemies, but day after day, as they sat across from each other in a teahouse and shared a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake under the jujube tree, they gradually developed an undeserved trust and an even more undeserved and unspeakable affection.
But wars in this world are never just fought on the battlefield. The secret arrows of the Xiling Kingdom, the conspiracy of the main war faction, and the beacon fire that burned through the border overnight pushed the two teenagers to the precipice of fate - one watched the destruction of his home country, his brother and sister-in-law fell into the well, and the death of the clan; the other tried his best but could not hold the handful of sand in his hand, and could only watch the one he loved wither day by day.
It turns out that peace is not just a wish, but a fragile light that needs to be protected by everyone and may be extinguished at any time. And what they wanted was just a period of moonlight without any need for defense - but after all, it was separated by the length of life and death.
What is gained is lost again, what is lost is lost forever. Some encounters are destined to be shocking, come, illuminate, and then leave forever.
But the water knows that the bird has been here before.
Intention: peace, war