Old Nine Gates and Jun Changsheng

"Master, I don't want to leave." Qi Yu's eyes were red, he stood in front of Song Xijun, his body straight.He stood there stubbornly, so stubborn that it made people feel distressed, "Master, why don't you go with us?"

The people fled in all directions, hearing the roar of bombers circling at low altitude, Song Xijun patted Qi Yu on the shoulder, and turned around to join the flow of people.The Japanese army accelerated the pace of attack, she had to send out the people who were unwilling to leave the city as soon as possible, she really didn't have extra time to talk to Qi Yu.

At the last moment before going to the battlefield, Song Xijun stepped into the familiar streets and alleys again.

In the autumn of the 33rd year of the Republic of China, yellow leaves fell all over the long street.In such an autumn, there is no one in sight, desolate and desolate, and people can't help but think of the bustling and lively place here.

She remembered Xiao Yu's words, why didn't she go with them?

Because, standing behind her is the person she loves, the city she loves, and the country she loves.

Changsha City is like a long dream...

Zhang Qishan was ordered in danger, vowing to live and die with Changsha.

And she, who is equally persistent as him, has long put life and death aside.

The first bullet opened the prelude to the war.

On this day, she put on the military uniform and armor, and the knife in her hand gleamed coldly.The hands felt warm, I didn't know if it was the enemy's or her own, the rumble of war was in my ears, the sound of gunfire shattered the silence of Changsha City, and the blood was pouring on the land she loved the most.

Later, Zhang Qishan struggled to stand up in the sky full of gunfire. The building was about to fall, and there was no way to support it alone. In front of him was a city of Changsha that was riddled with holes, and there were only a few people around him.He was covered in blood, with a broken knife in his hand, with the thought of dying together.

The flames of war suddenly fell silent, and she stood quietly by her side, even though she was in a terrible state of distress, with her black hair draped around her shoulders and waist indiscriminately.She turned her head slightly and smiled to herself.

Zhang Qishan didn't know what was in that smile, it was just a smile in the ruins, so beautiful...

Just at this time, I heard a familiar soft call: "Buddha, Xijun."

"Why are you back?" Song Xijun turned around, and the scholar's angry figure overlapped with the firm-eyed figure in front of him.

The mountains and rivers will be broken, but the Nine Gates stand here, no one wants to leave, just because they have always stood side by side, each other's armor.

"We have wasted so much time, how long can a lifetime be? Don't leave me anymore." His voice was still soft and firm.

A drop of tear, shed inadvertently, hit people's hearts directly like this, and set off a stormy sea.She fell down weakly, and it was even difficult to breathe.

She saw blood streaks climbing up those black and white eyes like vines.He supported her, and tears flowed down, as if he wanted to pour out all the pain and sorrow for many years.

Qi Tiezui never knew that a person's blood can have so many colors: deep red, crimson, bright red, dark red... He tried in vain to stop the bleeding, but the blood flowed down his fingers again come out.

She heard what he said, but she didn't have the strength to answer him anymore.Before her eyes, there was blackness from time to time.

She suddenly remembered the day they got married, when he was wearing a fiery red gown, his eyes were full of love when he talked and smiled, and his face was shining like a fairy standing in the clouds.

He is lightly robed, proud as a pine tree, and his figure is blurred in memory...

I'm sorry, old eight, I'm going to leave you again...

It was night, an old man walked in slowly, and finally stopped in front of a newly erected tomb, with a cold light in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to caress the cold stone tablet, and caressed it carefully.

"It's really troublesome..." The old man shook his head and said slowly.The voice was familiar, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the doctor who had seen a doctor with Song Xijun before.He worked hard, and the soil layer of the new tomb was peeled off layer by layer, gradually revealing the solid wooden coffin underneath.The old man took out a strange tool, pried open the coffin's rivets one by one, and finally pushed hard, revealing the true face of the person buried in the coffin.

This person was wearing a dark green and straight military uniform, and the military cap securely clasped her three thousand black hair.Her eyebrows were neither thick nor light, clear and soft, and her eyes were slightly dozing.

That's right, this person is Song Xijun.

The old man picked up the bullet that was still stained with blood on her side, took another look at Song Xijun, lifted her up, let her lean on the tombstone, and put the lid back on the coffin with great effort, filling it back with soil, destroying everything he had been in. Then he resisted Song Xijun and walked away quickly.

"Hey, will Master be angry if we play like this?" The woman's red lips lightened, her voice was as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate, her long and narrow phoenix pupils shone like silk.

He snorted softly and raised his eyebrows: "She is just a substitute for the master, a doll, our task is to use her..."

He paused, looked at Hua, smiled clearly, and then continued: "The master doesn't care about these trivial matters."

"By the way, seal her memory." He said, he glanced at himself, "It seems that this time, I can only be her grandfather again."

Hua waved her hand to show that she knew, and then looked at Song Xijun who kept her eyes closed: "How long will she sleep?"

"She should have fallen into a deep sleep a month ago, but unexpectedly she dragged it until now..." He said slowly, "I don't know how long she will fall into a deep sleep, maybe years, decades, 100 years ..."

"It's been so many times, don't you know that the time of her deep sleep is not fixed?" Di seemed to suddenly think of something, and gave Hua a blank look.

Hua curled her lips: "In a blink of an eye, it's been thousands of years..."

Yes, thousands of years.

In the blink of an eye, they are living a life that is beyond everyone's reach...