The first time Li Muyun met Jun Qing was at Changgemen. The little girl held her ponytail and cried.
Li Muyun, a straight-blooded man who is in his adolescence, gritted his teeth and endured the pain of his wife's tail docking.
The second time Li Muyun met Jun Qing was in Luoyang City. He was holding Li Feisha while patrolling the streets. The little girl hugged her ponytail and stretched out her hand with a smile.
She said, "Peach blossoms are exchanged for ponytails. Grandpa Jun, we are destined to meet again."
The third time Li Muyun met Jun Qing was in Taiyuan when Tongguan had been defeated and the mountains and rivers fell.
He turned around, with a familiar smile, a familiar light green disciple uniform, and a familiar clear pear dimple, "Brother Mu Yun."
The mountains and rivers are changing, and everything is gray. Only this green color is the only solace on the bloody battlefield.
I only hope that we can join hands to watch the mountains and rivers recover and enjoy the glory of thousands of miles together.