Ni Shuihan's colleague, Huang Gu, is basically empty.
Purpose of writing: Try to write about war and the undercurrent of emotions under the ice.
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Chapter 1
Dusk outside Yangzhou City. It is drizzling and misty, and the spring cold is steep.
Golden Scale stood in the grass above his knees, facing a broken stone tablet with no words on it, standing silently. The sky is dim and gloomy. The setting sun cast its cool light through the gaps in the dark clouds, giving his slender and straight body a pale golden outline, but it gradually became dimmed and became less clear. Although it was the drizzle in early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, it moistened everything silently. After standing for a long time, the brocade silk cotton jacket was still half wet. A gloomy evening wind blew by, and the drizzle flew sideways. The golden scales trembled unconsciously, and the skirt of the clothes fluttered in the wind.