One hundred and one year.
"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rings for the passenger ship."
Brother Zhao, Xiaoqing misses you.
A hundred years wasted, but it is only the time for a cup of tea. And why is it so long to wait for someone?
Brother Zhao, the phoenix trees you planted with your own hands can no longer be seen at the top; the peonies all over the city have withered for a while and will bloom soon. After so many years, the wine bottle you left for me has long been dried up. But why... You still refuse to come back...
A few days ago, the imperial army attacked again. This time they fought hard. Even I got a little hurt. Haha... Brother Zhao, do you remember that you were so concerned when I sneezed... Now, you don't dare to let anyone know if you bleed... How can a general be injured and you say it's not...
I can't say anything anymore
Brother Zhao, hope you are safe