Three years after Han Yao's death, Li Moxuan traveled all over the border towns of the Night Country, always carrying the last letter that Han Yao left for him in his arms.

However, in just three years, the people of the Night Kingdom have turned the Han Yao God into the incarnation of the gods, and Han Yao sculptures and temples have begun to be built in various places.

Every year, a large number of people go to worship to pray for the peace of the country and the people, and the wind and rain are smooth. It was only at this time that Li Moxuan understood the reason why Han Yao was in Li City to wash the city lord's door with blood.

All the money that had been collected was returned to the people, and now the people gave it all to the cold death.

Even though the place he went to was close to the border, and even though the people here were not wealthy, he still used the money he had saved to repair the temple.

The temple was full of people who came and went to worship every day, and it wasn't until late at night that Li Moxuan found a time when no one was around.

In the past three years, Li Moxuan is still the same as he was back then, but time has smoothed out his sharp water chestnut back then, and he has become more calm.

There is moonlight sprinkled outside the window, hitting the cold stone statue, faintly visible in front of the grace, but there is a trace of pity for the world in his demeanor.

Li Moxuan stretched out his hand and slowly touched the stone statue, the cold touch came from the palm of his hand, but it made Li Moxuan recall the warm touch in his palm again, and his eyes were filled with infinite nostalgia.

Isn't it that you've never had me in your life?

Li Moxuan raised his head and looked at the stone statue high above, he tied his future tightly to Han Yao, but it was a pity that he ......

Li Moxuan leaned on the offering table and began to talk to himself about what had happened in the past three years.

For example, Ye Qingyun did not marry into the palace in the end, broke off the relationship with the family, and began to travel around.

In the year that Ye Qingyun began to leave, Yeqing also sent people to look for her many times, and finally even paid a private visit to her own microservice, but unfortunately Ye Qingyun never went back.

The following Chinese New Year's Eve accepted many concubines and began his own great cause of opening up the empire, but the position of empress was always vacant.

He achieved his goal, and after Han's death, the Night Kingdom abolished the position of national teacher.

The Emperor of the Night Kingdom, Yeqing, has become the person in power in the true sense, and Han Yao will always live in the hearts of every person in the Night Kingdom.

In the past, you only complained that others said that you were a god, but now you have become a god.

In the silent night, only the sound of cicadas and frogs from time to time outside the window, Li Moxuan leaned alone under the stone statue of Han Yao, looking ahead with a long distance, with nostalgia and nostalgia for Han Yao.

Originally, they all thought of all the retreats for themselves and Han Yao, and found a place where no one knew them to accompany them for the rest of their lives, their lives may be very dull, but they will never be boring.

Every day when she wakes up, the morning sun hits the faces of the people around her, gilding with a layer of warmth, she will sleep peacefully in her arms and wake up again, three meals a day, coarse tea and light rice, plain and sweet.

But now that everything is in vain, I never thought that I would not be without you on my future journey, not even a formal goodbye.

The people you are guarding and the night country you are guarding are safe and sound, so what about you? I am waiting for the old man, when will you return?

Since then, the Night Country has lost a great general who can fight well, and the small fishing village on the border of the Night Country has an additional worshipper to protect the temple.

Many years later.

At the gate of the temple, a boy about ten years old kept persuading his companions behind him, "You can believe me, there is really someone in this temple who knows the National Teacher, and he also told me the story of the National Teacher!" ”

"We don't believe you! The national teacher is a god descending to earth, how can it be so easy to see! "It was a little girl who had grown up in a fishing village, and every child who had grown up in a fishing village was well acquainted with the deeds of the cold death, which may have been deified, but which have been passed down from generation to generation.

Seeing that his companions didn't believe him, the little boy's face looked a little anxious, and he pulled a few companions directly into the temple, "Really, I didn't lie to you, you just follow me!" ”

The temple is solemn and solemn, and every year there are believers who donate money to repair it, so the area of the temple is also much larger than before, and when they enter the temple, the steps of several children are also lightened a lot, and the little girl who questioned before patted the shoulder of the little boy who walked in front,

"Hey, Kuroko, where is that guy you're talking about?"

"Don't worry," Kuroko's eyes began to look around, looking for his familiar figure, and finally saw the person he was looking for in the small door on the other side.

Pale hair, wrinkles all over the face, long lost the demeanor of the face, the old man who has entered the twilight of his life is inevitably slow and sluggish, but he still holds the sesame oil for worship in his hand.

Seeing someone coming, Kuroko hurriedly brought his friends to surround him, and everyone chattered about the story of the National Teacher, what kind of person she was when she was alive.

Li Moxuan raised his head and looked at the statues enshrined in the temple, and the old voice said slowly, "She, she is a liar who has made me read for a long time. ”

After hearing this, the children dispersed in a hurry, and they all said that Li Moxuan was deceiving people, but the national teacher was a god, how could God deceive people.

Li Moxuan chuckled, shook his head helplessly, skillfully replaced the lamp oil on the table, and cleaned the incense ash that fell on it.

She is of course a liar, a liar who turns away mercilessly after stealing her heart, and calculates everything from the beginning.

And he has always been her outsider, even now, he can't do anything but miss, for decades, he has been guarding this temple for decades, and the time should come.

Li Moxuan, who has been guarding for decades, never woke up that night, maybe in another world, he will meet the person he has missed all his life again.