"Uncle Yu." Qiao Tulai called him so softly, "Can you please disarm and return to the fields and hide with me?"
"It's true... That's what my heart wishes."
Every spring in Chang'an City is coming, and the trees that bloom are probably light-colored apricot blossoms or white cherry blossoms. From north to south, from east to west, there are strangers everywhere, and they are not you everywhere.
Everything is reunited in the wind and snow of Guanshan Mountain.