A pile of charred remains, when all seemed lost, was touched by a ray of light. A flame suddenly sprang to life in the smoking mound of earth.
It was summer that year, the midsummer when Wen Jiang met Shen Dianying again.
A Yuan was his childhood name. Yuan meant yearning for distant places.
She sighed, “Fated to meet, but not to be together.” Later, the two of them acted out those four words to perfection.
They loved each other, but neither said a word. That peach-blossom-shaped scar remained etched in their youth. Their reason was strong enough to overcome the restless hearts of adolescence.
At fifteen or sixteen, they couldn't see the future. So they pressed forward side by side, promising to meet again at the summit.
But young men have their ambitions, and he gave his life for his country.
At twenty-one, Shen Dianying became an anti-drug police officer.
He lived forever in the shadows, forever beyond the reach of the light. No one praised him, no one sang his praises. When the general died in battle, no one knew.
Yes, fate was cruel.
But Wen Jiang was not afraid.
No matter how the times changed, her love for Shen Dianying would never fade.
“He is a king above all others. Even if everyone else can forget him as if it were only natural, I cannot. I want my A Yuan to always have a kind face, to always shine bright.”
His loyal bones were buried in the land he loved so deeply, and even his flesh and blood became one with it.
The young men of Hoh Xil will always burn bright.
Wen Jiang refused to yield. In the end, she too became Shen Dianying.
Women are every bit as capable as men.
April 4, 2020
A legendary hero
Fell
She and her A Yuan were together forever
Theme: The loyal are buried beneath every green hill, yet even the lowly dare not forget their country
