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The city was destroyed, the home was broken and the people died, leaving only a piece of burnt wasteland and endless ruins.
The location of the theater is not difficult to find, the road Shan Shenzhou has been walked countless times.
Only this time, it was a completely different landscape, without the prosperity of the past, and some only ruined walls.
It has been a year and a half since that war, and this city has long been a ruin.
What Shan Chenzhou didn't expect was that he could still see a dilapidated wooden house on the deserted land.
Shan Chenzhou's eyes lit up, his Adam's apple rolled, and he took a few deep breaths before he mustered up the courage and stepped forward quickly.
This is a dilapidated and devastated wooden house. The roof is the simplest thatch. Now it has been blown away by the wind for most of it, and the wind can blow and rain. Pushing away the swaying woods, there is only a wooden table with a broken leg and a small wooden bed.
All the objects were covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.
At first, Shan Chenzhou didn't care too much, because after the gate was broken for the first time, there were so many such wooden houses in Ningcheng.
It's not that these people are unwilling to move, but they are forced to do so.
Staying in Ningcheng, anyway, there is still a piece of land to guard, but once they leave, they will not put the word Refugee on them, that is the real displacement.
Until Shan Chenzhou noticed that there was a bulge resembling a human shape on the thin wooden bed.
Without hesitation, Shan Chenzhou stepped forward to uncover the thin quilt, which was a bone that had been dried.
The man frowned and was about to put the quilt back on, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous red on the wrist bone on the right side of the corpse.
Shan Chenzhou stiffened, his pupils shrinking.
It was a red string stained with blood, stained with blood, with a stench. I can see that there are not many red parts, but maybe it is because it is worn on the bones that it is so conspicuous.
Shan Chenzhou trembled his hands. He wanted to pick up the red rope, but he was afraid that because of his action, the white bones would become a mess.
Wanting to touch but not daring to touch, tears rolled from Shan Chenzhou's eye sockets and hit the dusty bed board, splashing turbid drops of water.
In the end, he carefully dropped the red rope from the fluttering bone.
Although the red rope was mottled with blood stains, Shan Chenzhou recognized it at a glance—this was the red rope he gave to Azi.
Shan Chenzhou knelt down decadently, first whimpered, and then the man began to cry.
This is a segment without any background music, and the whole theater has only the cry of a man crashing.
A person’s life is very short, and the time spent thinking about a person is not very long.
Shan Chenzhou wrapped the bones with the only thin quilt left in the wooden house, lit the wooden house with his own hands, and burned his lover to ashes with the wooden materials of the wooden house.
In the end, Shan Chenzhou left with only a small handful of ashes. The remaining ashes were sprinkled on the ruins of the theater by him.
Azi said that his favorite place is the theater.
The theater is his home, with his family and Ayan.
Shan Chenzhou didn't dare to take him away, at least stay here, Azi can still be accompanied by Ayan.
If you take it away, you have to wait until you are full of blooming hair, and Azi doesn't know how many years to wait, then how lonely should he be
Shan Shenzhou couldn't bear it.
Before leaving, Shan Chenzhou stared at this land for the last time. The man's eyes were deep, but he was very firm: "I will avenge you and avenge you."
Back to the capital again, Shan Chenzhou asked for his order to expedite.
The enemy in the northwest can easily concede defeat. If the northwest is not stabilized, the emperor cannot be at ease. It is also a heart disease of Shan Chenzhou.
It was another few years of battle. In the final battle, Shan Chenzhou was knocked to the ground by the enemy and broke his leg after falling off the horse.
At that moment, Shan Chenzhou wanted to close his eyes like this, but when he thought of the last sentence on A Zixin, he insisted on standing up.
Azi is stubborn, if he goes to him too early, he will definitely be angry.
Hold this
Thought, Shan Chenzhou stood up again.
In the end, Beiping, the decades-long war, finally came to an end after this war.
As the terminator of this war, Shan Chenzhou also won the supreme honor, and he was promoted to a noble rank. Even the emperor gave him his favorite princess to marry him.
But to the surprise of all the Li people, Shan Chenzhou actually refused.
The emperor was furious, and Shan Chenzhou ate the board.
But in the end, it was the hero who put down the war, the emperor finally only asked Shan Chenzhou to go back and reflect, and did not anger.
This matter quickly spread in this country that had just been peaceful, and there was humanity. It was heard that Shan Jiangjun had a lost lover, so he refused the order.
Someone also said that it was because Shan Jiangjun liked Longyang that he would not marry the princess.
Rumors are rumors after all, and no one dares to take it seriously.
But the fact is that Shan Jiangjun is nearly forty years old and has never married a wife. Hearing from the generals' mansion, even some of the maids who climbed the bed were sent away by Shan Jiangjun.
In this year, the single father died of illness.
It is another five years. Before the single mother died, she took Shan Chenzhou's hand and asked: "Shenzhou... For so many years, have you, have you been resenting us?"
Shan Chenzhou gently stroked his mother's old hand without speaking.
The single mother had to ask him to ask clearly, and she grabbed his hand tightly: "You...you said... don't you?"
"You...you just blame us...you blame us for forcing Azi away..."
"That's why you retaliate against us... You don't marry all year round..."
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After Shan's mother died, Shan Chenzhou finished the funeral alone again. Thinking about it carefully, he seems to have sent away many people in his life.
A companion who was born to death, a close friend who was acquainted as a teenager, and Azi who has always been in his heart.
It was another day that the warmth of spring blossomed, and Shan Chenzhou waved back his subordinates and boarded the tower alone.
The land of the capital is peaceful and prosperous. The war brought the pain of this country, and it has gradually regained its vitality in the long river of years.
Shan Chenzhou stood on the city wall for a long time, seeing this flourishing Chang'an in his eyes.
There was a sudden sound of drama—
"You are buried in the spring, and the bones are sold out, I send the world is full of snow..."①
Shan Chenzhou's mouth was wide open, and he seemed to be whispering something. When the singing stopped abruptly, a man's voice came: "White head and white head... If I dye this blue silk white, can I treat it as a white head for the time being?" "
Thinking about it this way, the brave and combative general smiled heartily.
It's a good way.
Now, his parents have passed away, and his family is Antai, and Shan Chenzhou has nothing to let go.
Having been a general for most of his life, this time he should also be Azi's lover.
That night, Shan Chenzhou found white paint and dyed his own blue silk against the bronze mirror.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Shan Chenzhou's mouth evoked a small smile.
I haven't seen him for many years, and I don't know if Azi still remembers his face
I just hope I can see him like this, and don't scare him.
The mournful music sounded again, and the old scenes emerged one by one. On the last screen, only the face of Shan Chenzhou was vicissitudes of life, and he showed a satisfied smile towards the camera.
End.
The lights in the auditorium came on suddenly, and no one got up and left.
It wasn't until the last tidbits was over that people around him got up one after another.
Standing in the front row, Chen Zhengtian looked in the direction of He Jinyun.
"I'll go there first." He Jinyun handed the last tissue in his hand to Ye Zexi, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry."
Ye Zexi took the tissue and pressed the corner of his eye, waved at him