'Shenzhou, defeated. ’

'The empire collapsed. ’

'Go home, go back to our world.' ’

"Boom... ”

In the bamboo forest, listening to the roar of the waterfall, he opened his eyes, and the spring water reflected his face, a decadent man in his thirties with a bearded face.

How long has it been?

How long has passed since the end of the War of the Empires?

Hundreds of thousands of years, or, a million years?

"Alas... ”

He sighed, then lifted the bamboo pole and walked quickly through the bamboo forest, walking like a fly.

'Do you still hate me?'

'Nope. ’

'The empire fell because of us, and you should hate me. ’

'That's not your fault,' said Xiangwu: "No one can predict the direction of the war, you just made your own choice." ’

Many people think that the empire will eventually fall because the rear has dragged them down, and almost everyone thinks so.

Yinian Zen Master wanted to be a hero, but as a result, he became the one who was blamed in history.

'Thank you,' Yi Nian, 'maybe, you don't think I'm a bad person.' ’

We're friends, best friends. ’

'yes. ’

Zen Master Yi Nian slowly got up: "Being able to know you is the most correct thing I have ever done in my life. ’

'One thought?'

I wanted to do something, something great. ’

'What kind of great cause?'

That's what we've pursued all our lives, dedicating ourselves to it and being loyal to China. ’

The figure of the other party gradually drifted away, and Xiang Wushi watched him leave, and finally could not stay: "So, where are you going, and how long are you going?"

‘。。。。。。 ’

Yi Nian is no longer the young man he was back then, and he has experienced the rise and fall of the empire like Xiang Wushi, and has borne and burdened too much: 'Let's go together, just like before, and shed the last drop of blood for the empire.'" ’

'Good!'

Xiang Wushi agreed, just like when he was a child, in that crowd, he stretched out his hand to himself, wherever he went, with his friends, with his comrades: 'You wait for me, I'll leave immediately.' ’

'Or bamboo rice?'

'Smelly, isn't it?'

'Well,' Ichimi complimented from the bottom of his heart, "it's delicious, and I want to eat it again." ’

'You can eat as many times as you want!'

Because they want to set off together, Xiang Wushi will not abandon this best friend, just like he has never left himself.

But...

'Daddy, where are you going?!'

'None?'

Looking back, his wife and children stood there, looking at themselves as if they were children, when they were in the air, looking at the soldiers in the honor guard.

He is the husband of his wife, the father of his children, the hero in their eyes...

In the end, Xiang Wushi couldn't let go of the person behind him, his eyes were red, his heart was entangled, but he was full of hesitation.

'I'm sorry, I... ’

He didn't dare to look at it, feeling that he was not worthy to be his best friend.

However...

'See me off. ’

Looking at them, Yi Nian smiled, he didn't force Xiang Wushi to go with him, because they were friends, so, I hope that the other party can be safe, I hope that it is himself who dies, and it is only himself who sacrifices.

"What are you crying there," the two sat on the ground, just like in front of the barracks back then, eating bamboo rice, and said with a smile: "Isn't the rice delicious, this is your favorite bamboo rice, it's not that we won't see each other in the future, don't be the same as life and death!"

It's just too hot. ’

Ai Wushi covered his face: "My eyes were washed by the heat. ’

'Alright, don't be like a child, come!'

Xiang Wushi raised his head, looked at Yi Nian's raised fist, and then smashed it hard.

'Anytime, anywhere. ’

'Never leave it!'

Yi Nian is gone, just like back then, they have embarked on different paths again, but Xiang Wu still firmly believes that no matter where Yi Nian is, they are all friends, best friends!

He will come back alive, and he will be alive, and then they will sit on the ground and eat bamboo rice together again...

'Brother Wu, Brother Wu'!"

Is this calling him?

At some point, he was no longer the humble panda, and he became one of the leaders of the panda fairy clan.

Tens of thousands of years?

Or, hundreds of thousands of years?

I don't remember.

Anyway, when was the empire a thing, how many years ago?

Also, how long has Yi Nian been gone?

'Uncle Xiang!'

'Daddy!'

'Old man!'

'Ancestor!'

"Boom... ”

The roar of the waterfall continued, and in the splashing water, he opened his eyes and saw his face reflected in the crystal droplets.

Gray hair and wrinkled face.

He's old。。。。。。

"Alas... ”

It turned out that unconsciously, he was already old, no longer young, and had become an elder, an older generation: "A million years, after the fall of the empire, a million years have passed." ”

'Grandfather, come on, your great-granddaughter is born!'

'Where?'

The old man walked quickly into the courtyard, he was old, but he was still in good spirits, because his heart was not old, he was still waiting to continue to fight for the empire, waiting for the day when the emperor would come back, to be able to pick up arms again, he wanted to be a general, to be an old general!

'Give this kid a name.' ’

'Is it a girl?' the old man hugged the petite panda and smiled kindly: "It's called, Nuo You, You'er, Little You'er." ’

"Boom~~~"

Dressed in a simple robe, he was hunched up, his body was no longer what it used to be, and his two white eyebrows were almost covering his eyes.

Standing on the boulder, he poked his head out, and then looked at the reflection of himself in the pool.

It was an old panda, thin and short.

"Alas. ”

The old panda sighed: "Already, I can't even maintain the appearance of a human being, it seems that I am really old." ’

'Old man, it's windy outside, go home.' A little girl of seven or eight years old called out not far away: 'Mother has made your favorite bamboo rice.' ’

"It's not cold, I want to sit a little longer, you can go back first, Xiao Qiurou." ’

The empire no longer exists.

I'm getting old, too.

Old general?

Heh, he can't be a general anymore, and now that he wants to join the army, no one should ask for it, right?

'Alas. ’

Well, that's enough, so be it, go home, at such an age, how can you still be like a child?

Heroes or something, let those young people go.

But...

If you are not convinced, what should I do?

'Old man, I'm only 18!'

'To surpass me, you bunnies are a million years ahead!'

'Old man was very handsome when he was young, really super handsome!'

‘。。。。。。 ’

However, no matter what kind of clamor he shouted, when he calmed down, what he finally faced was only the loneliness of being alone.

Friends are gone, comrades-in-arms are dead, the goal of struggle has become a memory, a person, I don't know why I live, I don't know, who to die for...