From Qincheng to Muzhou, it was a thousand miles away, but I supported him all the way and gave him white jade as a parting gift. After a long separation, when we meet again, the boy who once had a clear smile only had a frosty face. He vowed to kill the people who killed his parents. Facing the stabbing sword, he plots and plans step by step. When foreigners attack, how should we choose between family hatred and national hatred?