Outside the city of Liangzhou, the green hills are towering, and the grass is full of fragrant grass beside the nameless mound.
The two horses stopped under a tree not far away, and the young man in the white shirt in front of the tomb took a step and said to the person beside him, "This is it."
Chu Mingyun did not move, and stood there quietly, scrutinizing the tombstone. The epitaph should also be from the hands of Su Shiyu, and it records how the tomb owner, as a woman, drew his sword and fought against the Huns, and his strength was unbreakable to death. The name in the center was vacant without a trace.
"The city was already empty at that time, and we couldn't find her relatives after burying the bones, so it was temporarily empty." Su Shiyu explained.
Chu Mingyun nodded, finally stepped forward, half-kneeled in front of the tombstone, a short sword was handed over, he looked sideways at Su Shiyu and smiled, took it, and landed on the stone tablet with the sword as a pen superior.
The powder dust fell to the ground and turned gray, Su Shiyu read it out softly, "Chu Zhiqing."
Chu Mingyun put down the short sword and silently faced the name that was almost unfamiliar. They were separated from each other by six feet of loess, and for fourteen years, they were relatively silent.
After a long time, he smiled in a low voice and said, "Sister, I survived."
The mountains are silent, only the wind can hear. A hand was placed on his shoulder, his palm was warm, and Su Shiyu said warmly, "The affairs of the DPRK and China have been arranged properly. Anyway, you are not in a hurry to return to Beijing. I will accompany you to stay in Liangzhou for a few more days."
"There's nothing to stay, there's nowhere in the city I can go back to." Chu Mingyun stood up, and before Su Shiyu opened his mouth, he took his hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed, "My Home is here."
Seeing his brows and eyes crooked with laughter, Su Shiyu couldn't help laughing, standing side by side with him, looking at Liangzhou City in the distance. The city that was once slaughtered has regained its prosperity, and houses are rebuilt on top of the ruins. There is still a new life between the blood and energy. Countless people grow up and grow old here, so they are endless.
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A little extra, and then this is the end~
Then there is a small story in the journal w
It's changed to the finished state, =w=cute, see you next time~