Yangyang is located in the northwest of HB Province, in the hinterland of the plain in the middle reaches of the Han River. It is a national historical and cultural city, the main birthplace of Chu culture, Han culture and Three Kingdoms culture, with a history of more than 2,800 years, and has been an important economic and military place in the past dynasties.

It is known as "the first city in China", "Xiangyang with iron fighting", and "the place where soldiers must fight".

Xiangyang is named because it is located in the yang of Xiangshui, the Han River passes through the city, and the Xiangyang and Fancheng on the north and south banks face each other across the river.

The modern XY city is much larger than the historical Xiangyang City, with both Xiangyang and Fancheng, and the ancient city ruins are rich and have a long history.

There are three ancient city ruins within more than 130 square kilometers of the urban built-up area, the ruins of Dengcheng in the Western Zhou Dynasty have a history of more than 3,000 years, and the ruins of Fancheng and Xiangyang have a history of more than 2,800 years.

The modern metropolis and the ancient city culture with a long history are perfectly integrated, and the glamorous appearance has a touch of history and precipitation, creating a unique urban character.

The military culture of the ancient city here is deeply imprinted and famous. The predecessor of Xiangyang City was Chubei Jinshu, which was a large-scale military ferry, and it was branded with military culture since the city was built. According to historical records, there have been 172 famous wars in Xiangyang in history.

Among them, the war between the Yuan and Song dynasties was protracted and lasted for six years, making the name of "Iron Fighting Xiangyang" famous at home and abroad. "In the world's terms, the emphasis is on Xiangyang"; The place where soldiers must fight, the waist of the world", describes the importance of Xiangyang's military strategic position.

Now, the strange combination of Luo Chen and Huang Rong has walked into this historic city.

One is a modern person and the other is from ancient times.

One is familiar with the history and past of the city, and the other is actually living in the city, fighting for many years, and finally killing himself.

So, they are unique compared to other tourists who come here.

Ancient Xiangyang, built according to the Han River, is a ferry city, facing Fancheng across the river, which is very special.

When I came to the ancient city, the sunset had already set, and the orange-red sunlight put on a blood-like coat for this ancient city, which reminded people of the description of "the remnant sun is like blood".

Under such a sunset, the ancient city stands majestically, with a trace of vicissitudes and a trace of heaviness, standing there quietly, guarding this ancient land with its mottled and faded city walls and other buildings, witnessing the changes of the vicissitudes of the sea.

From ancient times to modern times, it has a lot to say, it's just that no one can understand it.

Today, a tourist who understands it came.

"It's gone after all. Huang Rong sighed, "Here, it's just a rough outline, just a part of the building, and most of the former city has disappeared." ”

"This has always been a battleground for soldiers, and the war has never left, especially in modern wars, and the damage to ancient buildings is particularly huge, so we should be glad to be able to see the rest of this. ”

Luo Chen comforted her, and at the same time sighed.

Huang Rong nodded in recognition and looked around, "Although I didn't actually exist, but when I closed my eyes, I could feel that I existed in this place, knowing every street and every building." ”

She stretched out her hand to the wall of the ancient city wall, gentle as a lover's caressing, "For the structure of these city walls, where is the Tibetan Soldier Cave, where is the urn city, and where is the most stressful place, I know it all."

Because, that's where I spend most of my time. ”

Walking up the stairs, on the city wall, there are many tourists taking pictures, and there are also tour guides explaining the history of this ancient city.

Huang Rong didn't go over to listen, but stood on the city gate tower, standing with her hands in her hands, looking into the distance, motionless.

The setting sun hung right beside her, draped her in a gorgeous robe, forming a beautiful scenery.

Luo Chen knew that at this moment, she must be in a mood, as if she had returned to that era.

Perhaps, she remembered the warm time with Guo Jing, Guo Fu and other families, standing on the city tower and watching the sunset together.

Perhaps, she remembered the bloody scene of learning martial arts with the martial arts heroes downstairs in this city.

Perhaps, she remembered the glorious moment when she commanded the heroes, joined forces to fight against the Mengyuan army.

Perhaps, she remembered the strategizing and commanding rebuke Fang Xuan.

Perhaps, she remembered the battlefield where the neighing of war horses, the firing of thousands of arrows, the light of swords and swords, and the flying flesh and blood, and the sunset at that time must have been as bright red as blood.

At this moment, her heart must be full of emotion.

Looking at Huang Rong in a daze on the city tower, Luo Chen couldn't help but feel a little stupid, and unconsciously remembered a poem.

"You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view look at you under the bridge."

Isn't today's Huang Rong that beautiful scenery?

Thinking of this, Luo Chen took out his mobile phone, aimed at this picture, and pressed the shutter.

Obviously, this action startled Huang Rong and looked back at Luo Chen.

"I'm sorry," Luo Chen raised the mobile phone in his hand, "It's so noisy that you look at the scenery." ”

"It's nothing, it's just, it's just a little emotional, I seem to have existed, and I don't seem to exist. ”

"Maybe in the real history, you are indeed fictional, but, in my opinion, you are real, representing the feelings of thousands of Chinese sons and daughters to protect their families and defend the country.

Historically, the city withstood the Mengyuan army for several years, and countless Chinese sons and daughters followed one after another, resisting the invasion and paying a huge price.

So, it's not real to you, it's not important, this city, it's real, you're one with it, aren't you?"

"Hearing you say that, it still makes sense, but I'm obsessed.

That's what the book says about taking pictures, come on, let me see, how did you take pictures of me?"

She leaned over with great interest.

"It was amazing. Luo Chen brought up the photo to show her, under the residual sun, a beautiful woman in a goose yellow skirt stood quietly with her hands in her hands, looking into the distance, and completely integrated with the surrounding environment.

"Not bad. Huang Rong nodded with satisfaction, "In the past, painters were very powerful professions, and they were the guests of the aristocracy, and there were painters who painted for me, which was very powerful.

However, compared to this, it is far behind, realistic, color, and artistic conception are also very good. ”

"Mainly, nice people. Luo Chen flattered.

"It's over. Huang Rong covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Why don't we take a picture together. Luo Chen had a whim.

"Is this okay?" Huang Rong said in surprise.

"Of course. Luo Chen took out the essential artifact for travel selfies: a selfie stick from his backpack, and installed his mobile phone on it, "Come on." ”

"Good. Huang Rong nodded and stood beside him.

"Come on, let's laugh together. Luo Chen smiled, "Eggplant." ”

"Eggplant. Huang Rong said obediently.

"Click. ”

With a sound, the picture froze.

The remnant sun, the happy boy and the smiling beautiful woman, as well as the ancient city tower behind it, constitute a beautiful picture.

This is a picture that Luo Chen will never forget.