I'm not a drama god

Willow Town.

Li Qingshan pushed the wooden door open with force.

creak-

The harsh friction sound echoed in the courtyard.

Li Qingshan, who had been running all the way, was breathing heavily, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He walked into the yard anxiously and glanced at Xi Zhou.

After separating from the two members of Fu Sheng Hui, Li Qingshan ran back to Liu Town without stopping. Just as the refugees had said, most of the people in Liu Town had left. Along the way, he only saw countless empty houses. The whole town was silent... This made Li Qingshan feel even more uneasy.

"The generals of the Yang family sacrificed their lives to protect their country, and their heroic names will be known forever~~~ They fulfilled their mission to protect the country and the people, and the country was as picturesque as a long time~~~"

The creaky sound of opera from the radio came from the cabin, just as in memory, echoing over the yard. Although it was sometimes hoarse and unclear, it gave people a familiar sense of security.

Hearing this voice, Li Qingshan's heart finally settled down. A look of joy appeared on his face. He quickly ran to the door of the house and pushed it open.

"grandmother!"

In the dim little room, a white-haired old man was leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes closed, listening to a tape of opera, shaking his head unconsciously, as if he was intoxicated by it.

She did not hear Li Qingshan push the door open, nor did she hear the surprised call. She was just listening to the song with a nostalgic smile on her lips.

Li Qingshan knew that his grandmother had poor hearing, so he quickly stepped forward and shouted again:

"grandmother!!"

The old man slowly opened his eyes and seemed a little surprised to see the familiar face in front of him, "My dear grandson...are you coming home?"

With her only remaining, presbyopic right eye, she looked Li Qingshan up and down for a long time, and a smile appeared on the corner of her wrinkled mouth.

"My dear grandson, your flowery costume is...beautiful!"

Li Qingshan's robe was still stained with blood from the fight. Blurred view, it looked like it was dotted with flying red butterflies, which was indeed a unique beauty.

In this situation, Li Qingshan no longer had time to discuss this with his grandmother, and immediately asked loudly:

"Grandma!! Where are Teacher Qian from next door? Didn't they come to see you?"

Before Li Qingshan left home, he specifically asked Mr. Qian's family next door to take good care of his grandmother. He was a highly respected teacher in Liuzhen and had good character. In addition, Li Qingshan gave him money, so he should take good care of his grandmother...

But now, the family next door has all left, and grandma is still left here alone.

"Xiao Qian? He came... He wanted to take me somewhere... to the city, but I didn't want to go. I just lay on the bed and hit him with my cane!" Grandma waved her hands, "Then, he left!"

"Ah? Why don't you want to go?"

"I'm old...my home is here...I'm not going anywhere!"

As she spoke, grandma lay down at the head of the bed again, her head swaying slightly to the melodious opera music, and she murmured along with the music.

Seeing this, Li Qingshan sighed helplessly.

For the old lady, she didn't understand what the battle in the realm was, nor did she understand what the main city was like... She only knew that she had lived in Liu Town all her life, and this was her home. Grandma's age was considered long in the entire mortal realm, and at this point, she no longer cared about life or death... She just wanted to stay in her hometown.

The old lady's stubbornness and persistence made her the last person left in Liu Town, and also protected her in disguise.

In fact, from the moment Li Qingshan stepped into Liu Town, he vaguely felt that this place was different from before... Even though the flowers and plants had withered, strands of embroidery silk still fell on the branches, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura, as if they were guarding against something.

Just as Chen Ling said... now, Liu Zhen is the safest.

Anyway, knowing that grandma was fine, Li Qingshan relaxed and sat down beside the bed:

"Grandma, have you received all the money I sent you during this period?"

"Got it, my dear grandson!" Grandma showed a kind smile on her face, and she stroked Li Qingshan's hair, "My dear grandson, you have made great progress... I didn't spend a penny of the money I earned. I saved it all for you to marry a wife!"

As she spoke, she stood up, dragged out a heavy locked box from under the bed, took out the key from under the pillow, and opened it tremblingly.

On the upper layer of the box was something tightly wrapped in cloth. After opening it, there were many neatly stacked silver bills inside, like solid bricks... These were the money Li Qingshan had earned in the main city during this period. Every time he received his salary, he would keep a very small amount for his own use and send the rest back here.

His original intention was to let his grandmother use the money to improve her life, eat better, and buy a new radio... Unexpectedly, it remained here without a penny being touched.

Li Qingshan let out a long sigh. He was about to say something to his grandmother when his eyes suddenly fell on the lower layer of the box and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"What is this box below?"

"This? This is our family's heirloom!"

Li Qingshan was stunned. "Our family is so poor that we have nothing... where did this heirloom come from?"

Grandma smiled mysteriously, with wrinkles on her face. She tremblingly took out the dusty box, rubbed it in her arms for a moment as if it were a treasure, and then handed it to Li Qingshan.

"My dear grandson, open it and take a look."

Li Qingshan's doubts grew stronger. He opened the box, and a musty smell of years of dust wafted into his nose... He endured the strange smell, looked inside, and was slightly startled.

In the box was a neatly folded piece of cloth...or rather, a flag.

"What is this?"

Li Qingshan took out the flag carefully. The surface of the flag was somewhat lubricated, as if it had been soaked in some kind of oil, but even so, the flag itself was still extremely hard and fragile. It was unknown how many years it had been preserved.

Li Qingshan tried to spread out the flag, but found that it was too large... Helplessly, he could only walk into the courtyard and unfold it bit by bit on the spacious ground.

It was a huge flag that required at least two people to hold up the pole to fully lift it in the air. The width was equivalent to a dozen people standing shoulder to shoulder in a row. After Li Qingshan fully unfolded it, it almost covered the entire courtyard...

Most of the flag is covered with a large number of signatures, some of which are solemn and square, and some are crooked, but they all have one thing in common...

These names were written in blood countless years ago.

Beneath these dense signatures that have oxidized to black and purple, a few lines of brightly colored characters written in a flamboyant style seem to be engraved in the long river of history, mixed with countless shouts.

""We pledge our identity as children, as parents, and as people with a burning heart."

""We voluntarily sacrifice our youth, bodies, and lives to pave the way for the future of human civilization, lay the foundation for the stability of future generations, step into the wasteland, and rebuild our homeland."

""We will never look back, we will be invincible, and we will never come back."

""May the tower we build restore the glory of mankind""

Li Qingshan's pupils contracted slightly.