The fragrance of the wind suddenly drifted in the bamboo forest. With the remaining trace of clarity, I tried to raise my eyes. Thousands of bamboo leaves above my head were dancing in the rain and scattered slowly. The ground was green and yellow. I couldn't tell whether the soft sound beside my ears was bamboo or rain. The man holding me had a clear-cut face and a strong and resolute face, which blocked most of the chill for me. He lowered his head to look at me. There was an indescribable complexity in his eyes, but they were still clear, clear and fearless. Looking at him, I thought, such a person should be admired by thousands of people in the world, how could he be buried silently in this unknown place? This is definitely not the way a general should die.