Tianxu, a side hall of the Moon Palace.
The osmanthus forest, which was once full of golden trees and flowers like waterfalls, is now left with only tangled dead branches, devoid of life.
The temple was still intact, but it seemed to be covered with a thick layer of dust, and no trace of moonlight could be seen anymore.
The entire side hall and the entire flower forest looked like a faded old photo, lifeless.
In this dead world, the couch is still in its original position.
A figure dressed in a dark yellow imperial robe lay on his side under a dead branch, on a soft couch.
......
Crash.
Gu Jinzhi unfolded the silk in his hand for the umpteenth time.
He looked at the large, dog-scratched characters on it, and tried to pull a stiff arc from the corners of his mouth under the mask.
"I'm so sleepy, I didn't mean to let you go. Call me later in the evening, I'll definitely be there on time!"
He stretched out his fingertips and traced the words very slowly, stroke by stroke, starting from the word "I" and ending with the last exclamation mark.
He has repeated this action countless times.
After three or five minutes, he carefully folded the silk again, solemnly took it back, and held it tightly in his arms, close to his heart.
He muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, facing the deserted flower forest.
"Okay... I'll wait for you."
......
Da...da...da...
After a long time, at the end of the jade stone path in Hualin, footsteps suddenly sounded, coming from far away and getting closer.
Gu Jinzhi was still leaning on the couch, unmoved.
......
Soon, Min Zimo came closer.
He was stunned when he saw the completely white temples exposed under Gu Jinzhi's crown.
He did not speak immediately, but found a brocade cushion, sat down cross-legged, and remained silent.
Time flowed silently in the silence between the two of them, so depressing that it made people breathless.
Finally, it was Gu Jinzhi who broke the silence first.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Min Zimo did not answer his question.
Instead, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Your hair?"
Gu Jin subconsciously raised his hand and touched the silver-white hair that was bound by the flat crown.
A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth beneath the mask.
He also did not answer Min Zimo, but changed the subject, as if he was sincerely seeking advice.
"Brother Min, tell me, if she comes back like this...will she think I've grown old and ugly?"
Min Zimo suddenly froze, his throat rolling, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.
Two or three minutes later, he gave instructions in a dry voice, as if he was just making small talk.
"Don't reveal your obvious features in Tianxu."
Gu Jinzhi nodded slightly, "It's okay with the jade mask covering it...but between you and me, there's no need to pretend."
“…”
Looking at Gu Jinzhi who was so calm, even eerily calm, Min Zimo's worry grew heavier.
He actually hoped that Gu Jinzhi could cry and vent.
Instead of being like a stagnant pool like it is now.
As his thoughts raced, Min Zimo clasped his hands together, with his right thumb tightly pinching the base of his left hand.
After a long while, he paused for a moment and spoke slowly, "I think she hopes you live well. Don't think about not..."
He couldn't continue.
Hearing this, Gu Jinzhi slowly shook his head and uttered two words lightly.
"rest assured......"
The ending sound of the word "heart" got stuck in his throat and he cut off before he could finish speaking.
After about ten seconds, he smiled bitterly and said, "When my grandmother passed away, she left my grandfather with a burden, that is my father... Now, she is the same..."
He finished mumbling, raised his head, and looked at the intertwined, lifeless branches above his head, as if talking in a dream.
"Actually I don't want to 'wait for you', I want to 'find you'..."
......
November 7, Imperial Capital Martyrs Cemetery.
The public memorial ceremony for the martyrs of the battle to retake Western Xinjiang has ended, the cemetery has been cleared, and idle people have dispersed.
Those who stayed behind gathered together again, in front of a brand new tombstone.
Gu Jinzhi, with white hair and a haggard face, was standing at the front, holding a dazed little boy in his arms.
Looking at the center of the tombstone, there was a girl wearing a military uniform, making a scissors hand gesture to the camera and smiling happily.
His vision was slightly blurry and his thoughts were muddled.
Next to him, Zeng Yi was holding a box of tissues, crying so hard that he was out of breath and almost fainted.
Although the "good brothers" behind him were not as exaggerated as him, they also had red eyes and were secretly wiping away tears.
Soon, Yun Heng and Yun Sheng came in front, and Li Guitang and Zeng Jianguo followed behind. The four martial immortals came carefully carrying a black coffin with the national emblem of China embossed on the surface.
They then carefully placed the coffin into the granite grave.
As the marshal, Xiao Yilan personally presided over this simple and solemn burial ceremony.
Just before the granite slab was about to seal the coffin, Zhang Luye, who was at the end of the Wuxian team, suddenly pulled out a black card with a gold border from his arms and threw it in through the gap.
That's the premium card for his barbecue restaurant.
After doing this, he suddenly took off into the air and flew into the clouds with an uncontrollable cry.
......
Half an hour later, the martial immortals, relatives and friends left one after another.
Jiang Xinyue cried until she almost fainted, and was knocked unconscious by Liang Guanyue and forcibly taken away.
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