In the second year of Zhongyuan, there was a raging war.
His side face in the dusk, reflected in the setting sun, was so resolute that it was shocking. The roar rising to the sky, the waving battle flag, and the flash of cold light from the weapon stained with blood.
He took the lead, treating his life as if it were nothing and never looked back.
The enemy captured the city, and the opponent's general sat calmly on his horse. You could vaguely see the curve of the corner of his mouth, as if he was laughing at his incompetence.
Getting closer, getting closer, getting closer. He could clearly see every delicate line of the armor he wore. He raised his tired right hand and just inserted the dagger he carried into the man's chest——
He was in a daze, and there was only a quick flash of silver light in front of him.
He fell off his horse.
Pain. He thought.
What comes into view is the gradually darkening sky, and the setting sun struggling to sink into the horizon. There was cheering, and it was always unreal. After the hustle and bustle dissipated, he saw him dressed in white, walking from the sky, his steps slow and his figure becoming clearer and clearer. He stretched out his hand to him, he tilted his head and smiled, and he called his name.
Evergreen.
Evergreen.
Gu Changqing.
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