When he was ten years old, Su Xiyao was playing hide and seek in his grandmother's old house and fell into an ancient well.
He didn't fall to death, but fell into an ancient battlefield filled with blood.
A boy covered in wounds was being chased by a man in black with a knife. Su Xiyao's brain suddenly rushed forward - toy guns, band-aids, chocolates, Minion lighters, all the odds and ends in his pocket came in handy.
Eight-year-old Xie Jinyuan was covered in wounds and trembling with hunger. He had never eaten a bite of chocolate or seen a lighter flame.
Su Xiyao hung the safety lock around his neck, pulled him to the fire, patted his chest and said, "You are the one I am protecting."
Then he disappeared. As sudden as it came.
Xie Jinyuan clutched the silver lock and waited in the cave all night. He didn't wait for the silly little brother to come back, but he did wait for someone who was willing to take him in.
Many years later, Xie Jinyuan crawled out from the dead and became a powerful general with one sword and one gun. No one knew that he was hiding a lighter with a minion on it and a silver lock that had already faded.
He has been waiting for someone.
A person who promised to protect him but never showed up again.
Until that day, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince returned to Beijing from practicing Buddhism at Huguo Temple, and hundreds of officials paid homage to him.
Xie Jinyuan was kneeling in the crowd, and suddenly his whole body was shaken.
He saw the face.
The young man sitting on the golden chariot, dressed in rich clothes and with a smile on his face——
It's him.
Su Xiyao didn't recognize him.
But Xie Jinyuan was determined at that moment.
The little brother from back then is back.
Intention: The bond that spans time and space begins with the purest youthful mentality.