The drumboard in the singer's hand still did not stop. Half of her life... She was ordered to go to war for her father in danger, got married, lost her brother, lost her father, and was made a queen... The joys, sorrows and joys of her half life were intermittently transmitted to Xu Nianyuan's ears.
He gently rubbed his eyebrows, thinking of the red figure that appeared in front of him countless times during the eight thousand days and nights.
Xu Nianyuan raised his head and looked out from the second floor. The mountains and rivers were still the same. The difference was that she, Chang'an, Chi Ri, their past, and the sacrifices they had made for the world had finally turned into a bit of ink on the tip of the historian's pen when writing, and the half-room smoke and dust raised when the book was cut, finally... Finally would never be seen by anyone again.
And she - she fulfilled her original wish, lived up to her original intention, and lived up to the common people in the world.
He suddenly remembered the last time they met in the suburbs that day, when she bid him farewell with tears in her eyes.
"I don't blame you. We people are meant to sacrifice for this world. This is also my wish. I just hope that you will be happy and worry-free after we say goodbye."
These few words became a thorn in his heart, pricking his heart every day for ten years.
He asked himself for thirty years, if he had not failed her for his family and country, what would he do today?
However, when he looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him, the depression of the past had disappeared like smoke. He turned his head, glanced at the old man who was still singing drum lyrics on the stage, put down a silver coin on the table, and walked away.
Outside Youzhou City, deep in the green pine forest.
Xu Nianyuan put down the wine jar and sat down by the tomb.
"Changle, now the world is clear to the sea and Yanhe... We... We..."
There was a lump in the throat, and I couldn't say that sentence again until I was drunk.
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