In the second year of Jingkang in the Great Song Dynasty, it was recorded on the 16th day of the 10th lunar month: there was a major earthquake in the mountainous area of Yizhou.

In the second year of Jingkang, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were bloody, and the palace wall was empty to the moon for thousands of years. The Northern Jin Dynasty broke through Tokyo, and the Northern Song Emperor Song Qinzong was captured and sent to Northern Xinjiang, and the Northern Song Dynasty regime existed in name only.

Within ten days, tens of millions of harem concubines and official daughters were taken to the north as slaves and maids, and there were no women in Tokyo for a while, the harem was empty, and there were teams escorting prisoners everywhere, screaming and wailing endlessly, becoming the most humiliating years of the Han dynasty.

On October 16, in Yizhou County, the weather was gloomy and the cold wind was blowing.

On the Cangshan Mountain Road, a team of four golden soldiers, wearing felt hats, furs, and scimitars at their waists, escorted a thirteen-year-old girl Zhao Ling'er. Zhao Ling'er's hands were tied with hemp rope, held in the hands of an officer at the front, drove on the edge of the steep mountain road, and slowly rushed towards the north. The girl was ragged, unkempt, scarred, and limping as she walked. "Hurry up, when will you arrive?" The two soldiers in the back, holding horsewhips, hit her thin body from time to time. The breeze blew slightly, sweeping away the long hair in front of her, revealing a slightly childish face, although the face was covered with dirt and dust, it could still be seen that the appearance was very delicate. The girl's body trembled in the wind, and the whip hit her body, whipping and spasming, but she always put her hands together and put them in front of her mouth, and kept muttering: "The sky is proof, whoever saves me, I will marry him, and I will never regret it..."

The mountain road is craggy, and there are steep rocks from time to time, and the girl only cares about muttering, and if she is careless, she slips under her feet, and almost falls into the abyss. At this moment, the ground suddenly shook violently, the wind suddenly rose, and a rare earthquake occurred. Not far ahead, a mountain peak slowly cracked, and rocks fell in all directions. The wind blew Zhao Ling'er left and right, she panicked, and hurriedly shouted: "Help, come and save me!" The soldier fled for his life, where could he take care of her. Zhao Ling'er hadn't eaten anything decent for several days, and as soon as the wind lifted, her feet were unstable, and she was about to fall off the cliff as soon as she stepped into the air.

The sand and rocks flew in the mountains and forests, the trees were broken, and Zhao Ling'er's body hung over the cliff, his throat was raised to his throat, and his eyes were closed.

Perhaps, this is fate, she thought.

Just when she thought she was going to die, time and space suddenly stood still, and everything stopped moving. A man in black slowly walked out of the crack in the mountain peak, the man looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, calmed down, and saw Zhao Ling'er hanging in the air. He flew down to the edge of the cliff like a fairy, stretched out his arms and pulled her back, and held her in his arms. The man's eyes closed slightly, time suddenly turned, the ground stopped shaking, everything that had been still floated with the wind again, and the soldiers still held the stones and howled in panic.

Just as Zhao Ling'er felt that she was no longer falling, her body leaned on a warm arm, and she felt strange about it, and her eyes slowly opened.

What caught my eye was a pair of dark and deep eyes, a straight nose, a resolute face, and a long hair flying in the wind. Zhao Ling'er looked at it blankly, unable to believe it, but buried her face in the deep crook of her arm......

Time flies, and this time is more than 800 years in a hurry.

On the 16th day of October in the lunar calendar in 2019, still on the Cangshan Mountain Road, a crack split the mountain peak in half like a knife and an axe. Beyond the crack, stood a man in a black trench coat, who, after two thousand years, still couldn't see the traces of time. The bridge of the nose is straight, the face is resolute, except for the short cut hair, it is exactly the same as in the past. The man in black stood outside the crack for a long time, his eyes getting darker and darker. Until the sun set, he sighed softly, and a gust of wind passed, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At the same time, a person suddenly appeared in a remote alley in Beijing, and it was the man in black. He looked back and forth, and when he saw that no one had noticed, he relieved himself, hesitated, and walked towards the old place.

The Lingqing Teahouse on Ximen Street is located at the corner of a street, the teahouse is antique, small and clean. At this time, it was almost evening, there were still few people in the teahouse, and there was a person sitting next to a tea table by the south window. He ordered two cups of fine tea in front of him, one in front of him and the other on the opposite side. The seat across from him was empty, and it seemed as if he was waiting for someone. The man in black saw through the gap in the window and saw the hurried figure on the street outside, and he couldn't see his expression.

After a while, when it was getting dark, the door of the teahouse opened, and a middle-aged man with glasses walked in, without looking, went straight to the direction of the south window, sat down opposite the man in black, picked up the tea, and took a few sips.

The man in black smiled when he saw this person, and said softly: "It's like this every time, drinking tea is a must." As he spoke, he picked up the tea and took a sip.

The middle-aged man wiped his mouth, shook his head lightly and said, "If you are thirsty, you will be like me, maybe you will not be as good as me!" The man in black chuckled a few times and shook his head silently.

The middle-aged man took off his glasses and said while wiping: "Today is your birthday, I didn't have time to prepare a gift for you." ”

The man in black said, "You know it's not my birthday. ”

The middle-aged man said: "Although I don't know your real birthday, but today nine hundred years ago was the day of your rebirth, so I can't say that I still have to celebrate it." ”

The man in black still shook his head and remained silent for a long time before he said, "Today, I went to the cemetery again to see." ”

The middle-aged man raised his head and said, "How is it?

The man in black shook his head, and said with a twinkle in his eyes: "I go every year today, but I still can't remember it, but I think about her more deeply." ”

The middle-aged man said: "Missing is like a glass of old wine, the longer it goes, the more mellow it becomes, if you are willing to tell me, I am willing to listen to it." “

The man in black said, "You are my only friend, of course I trust you to keep it a secret for me." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "If you tell your friends about your happiness, you will get two parts of happiness." You will pour out your sorrows to your friends, and you will lose half of your sorrows. ”

The man in black still shook his head, was silent for a while, and said, "Yi Changfeng, you are my only friend in this world, but my sorrows are not something you can share, I don't even know what my name is, how can I be happy?"

Wen Qing looked at the man in black and said, "Aren't you called Cui Houqing?"

Cui Houqing still shook his head and said, "This name was chosen by her." ”

As he spoke, he looked out the window, and his memory drifted back to that day eight hundred years ago...