"Hao Chen, I can roughly understand the stories recorded on this wall." Lin Feng and Yuan Haochen chatted occasionally, "I'll take a picture of the text first, and when I return to the county seat, I'll send it back to an expert who understands Lu Wen to help translate." "Well, you see, there are some floral symbols here." Yuan Haochen responded while continuing to grope for the strange patterns on the stone wall

As the night deepened, everyone fell asleep. The wind and sand raging overhead finally calmed down, and a cold and bright moon gradually appeared in the sky.

The blue sky, the bright moon, and the beard are sad.

I can't help but sigh that "people today don't see the ancient times and moons, and this month once looked like the ancients."

Time is staggered, how can I expect that this stone chamber that has been buried for thousands of years can be reproduced in the world today.

Leaning against the corner of the wall, the cool touch of the stone wall was flooding Yuan Chen's body, and it seemed that the stone wall was also breathing with his undulating chest

Half-asleep and half-awake, Yuan Haochen seemed to see a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face and exotic style sitting next to the square table in the corner of the wall.

The middle-aged woman was dressed plainly, with a slightly pink complexion, a high and narrow nose, a pointed chin, delicate eyebrows, and thin lips, handsome and melancholy.

Opposite the woman stood three armoured sergeants with dignified looks.

"Princess Hanyue, we are the general's personal guard, this time I have come thousands of miles, and the general ordered me to hand over this thing to the princess." The sergeant at the head said respectfully on one knee and holding a wooden box in both hands.

"I'm no longer a princess, please call Hanyue directly." The woman took the wooden box and said indifferently. "The princess is noble, how dare the villain trespass." The sergeant hurriedly replied.

Princess Hanyue didn't say anything, just silently opened the wooden box, and a royal green stone lay quietly in it, which was the meteorite sample that triggered Yuan Haochen and his party to come to the Niya ruins!

"The general said that this strange stone is a corner of the craftsman's axe from the original [Flying Stone from the Sky]. He wanted to leave this stone to the princess as a memory. The sergeant continued.

Princess Hanyue looked at the strange stones in the box with a sad expression, and after a long time, she closed the wooden box with a sigh and asked, "After a farewell of fifteen years, I don't know how the general has been doing recently." “

The leading sergeant pondered for a while, and said slowly: "The general returned to his hometown a few years ago, although Luoyang is still prosperous, but things are not people, and it is no longer the world that the general is familiar with. Relatives are not there, strange on the way, every situation is missing"

Princess Hanyue still listened quietly to the sergeant's narration without saying a word.

The sergeant finally bowed his head with a sad expression and said, "General, he has passed away on a rainy night a few months ago. “

It was still silent, but Princess Hanyue looked even more sad, and her eyes were colored, as if she was much older in this moment.

"The general was dying, and he mentioned Her Royal Highness the princess several times, in addition to this strange stone, the general also had something to convey to him." The sergeant continued, "As the general said, every time I remember the past, there are regrets. I hope that the princess will forgive him, forget the old things, and be able to forgive him. "Time passes, people are gone, the general can know, how can I ever be resentful" Princess Hanyue secretly said to herself sadly.

"Princess, please take care of your health," the sergeants reassured. "Thank you, Hanyue once again expressed her gratitude." Princess Hanyue said.

In the darkness, time seems to have passed for a long time.

In the stone room, the wind was slow, leaving me in vain.

A person sits quietly alone, accompanied by loneliness and loneliness.

Indifferently examined the glitz and clouds, and the soul that passed away was lost in the long and confused thoughts little by little.

Perhaps only at this time can you truly feel your own existence.

The glitz of memory, the vicissitudes of time,

The past is gone