The Black-Armored General's Slow Life in Chengdu

The Bingwu Year of the Horse, Jinsha Ruins. In a sudden late-spring downpour, Xuanshuo, a general clad in black armor who had slept for three thousand years, slowly emerged from beneath the earth. Faced with the bustling, modern streets of Chengdu, he looked bewildered, his body radiating bloodlust. But at the side entrance of the Jinsha Museum, he fell in love at first sight. The girl listening to Chengdu on repeat through her headphones, the traditional-style shop owner with a carved ebony hairpin bearing the Sun Bird in her hair, the descendant of the Fish and Bird King wearing an ancestral ivory bangle and gold pendant: She became Xuanshuo's sole salvation and home after three thousand years. He looked at her and murmured hoarsely: “Your totem... is beautifully carved.” She looked at him and took pity on him, offering him a place to stay: “Ah Shuo, this is your home from now on.” From then on, the ancient Shu god of war stopped fighting across the land. He sheathed his sharp edges for her alone, becoming her most steadfast support. Amid the everyday bustle of Chengdu, the two healed each other and continued a tender love story across time. “Though this world is bustling, wherever you are is home.” Aside from the friends and everyday life of the author, all other events in this story are fictional. The characters are not based on any specific real people. No research is needed, and please do not dig into the author's life. Any resemblance is purely a matter of fate. Thank you for finding this story!