Mr. He’s study.

After Wen Xi carefully put the zither away, he looked at the old man who was turning around with his hands behind his back.

"Grandpa He, is there something wrong?"

The old man was a renowned 'God of War', and in everyone's eyes he was always as steady as a rock. She had never seen him so anxious before.

"Girl."

"You say."

"You said that the song you just played was taught to you by your mother. Then where did your mother learn it from? From her teacher?" The old man asked after sorting out his thoughts.

"No, my mother got this score not long ago."

"Just got it?"

"yes."

"Can you tell me how you got it? This is very important to me." The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw some hope, and looked at Wen Xi with anticipation.

"About November last year, my mother went to a remote area to participate in a charity event. She found this music sheet in the mountains while she and a group of students were going on an outing."

"On the mountain? On what mountain?" the old man asked.

"Ashan, my mom told me that's what the locals call him."

Because the name of this mountain is so strange, Wen Xi remembered it after hearing it once.

"Ashan...is it a scenic spot? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"It's not a scenic spot, just a small, barren hill in the area. My mom told me that the music sheet was already badly tattered when it was found, with only the piece I just played still barely visible. But they encountered a rainstorm on their way down the mountain, so the music was lost. After she came back, my mom memorized the piece and played it every now and then."

"The barren mountain... is in ruins..."

After hearing Wen Xi's words, the old man's pupils suddenly constricted, his face turned pale, and his body shook.

"Are you okay, Grandpa He?"

The old man looked dejected and waved his hands weakly.

Wen Xi hurried forward to support him and helped him sit down on the sofa.

"How is it possible... How could Qingfeng leave his precious baby in such an unrelated place?" The old man murmured in a low voice, looking very anxious.

"Grandpa He, who is Qingfeng?"

Seeing his uneasy look, Wen Xi couldn't help but ask.

The old man held the dragon-headed cane tightly in both hands, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was lost in some memories. After a long while, the old voice sounded.

"Qingfeng, Xi Qingfeng, my old comrade-in-arms and sworn brother. We met on the battlefield and fought side by side until it all ended."

"He saved me, and I saved him. We have experienced countless life and death together. We are true friends for life and death."

"...After the war subsided, he gave me his most beloved zither, the one you're using today." The old man opened his eyes and looked at the zither on the table. "We agreed to meet again after we had settled our families, but on the appointed day, he broke his promise."

"Is something delaying him?" Wen Xi thought for a moment and said.

If you are truly in love, you will never break your promise.

"I thought so at the time, but later I found out that something had happened to him. Not long after he returned home, he went out and the couple disappeared."

"Why would he disappear for no reason? Did he run into bandits or enemies?"

"Impossible. The Xi family is quite famous in the south. They are famous salt merchants and have a lot of wealth. During the war, they donated most of their property to buy airplanes and raise food and wages for the country. They are well-known patriotic merchants in that area and treat their workers well. The whole family is kind and generous. They have never had any enemies. At that time, the bandits who occupied the mountains and ruled as kings were basically eliminated. The public security was excellent. It is impossible for them to get into trouble because of these reasons."