Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

142. Thousand Rocks Without Names

The golden sunshine spreads over the top of Tianheng Mountain, and the breeze blows by, bringing a little coolness, making people feel relaxed and happy. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance, you can see the mountains in the distance and the sparkling sea in front of you.

Liyue Harbor at the foot of the mountain is like a beautiful painting: the houses are scattered and the red brick walls and green glazed tiles complement each other; the crowds are bustling, some are in a hurry, some are walking leisurely; the market is noisy, with shouts and bargaining sounds interweaving, noisy and full of vitality. The port in the distance is extremely busy, with countless large and small ships docked at the shore, loading and unloading goods or preparing for a long voyage. The huge sailboats are hung with bright flags, fluttering in the wind, as if showing their pride and pride after going through countless storms. The sun shines on the sea, sparkling and shining with dazzling light, as if dyeing the entire sea surface golden, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Lin Huan stood in the wind, her clothes fluttering, her black hair flying, she stared at the distant sea level, her eyes calm and determined. Beside her stood the Thousand Rocks Spear that she was very familiar with, as if it was also silently accompanying its master and comrade, watching over the Liyue Harbor at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

Not far away, there is a small mound of earth, covered with lush green grass, a scene full of greenery and vitality. This small mound is the resting place of the original owner of the spear, and now it is covered with green, like the continuation of life.

At this moment, the little kid Ye Jin in Lin Huan's arms was carefully taken over by Bo Yang and gently held in his arms. The little guy looked at everything in front of him quietly, without crying or making a fuss, with curiosity and innocence shining in his big eyes.

"Sister Huan, you are here to visit brother again, right?" Xiao Yong looked up from beside Lin Huan and greeted with a smile. His eyes first fell on Lin Huan, then glanced at the two men behind her, and finally cast his sights on a few people standing in groups of three or four not far away, and asked softly.

"I guess these guys are the good comrades who fought alongside my brother in the past?"

There was a hint of curiosity and admiration in his eyes, as if he was full of respect for those who had experienced the ups and downs with his brother.

"Yes, that's right. Look, isn't it the Lantern Festival? So I thought, come and see General Xiaozhi and meet up with my old comrades." Lin Huan said softly, "I wonder... if it would be inconvenient here?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Miss Huan is so polite." Behind Xiaoyong, his father patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Thank you for still remembering him, he really..."

The old man was so excited that he was speechless for a while. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a choked, "Thank you."

After he finished speaking, he gently pushed Xiaoyong and then bowed deeply to Lin Huan.

Seeing this, Lin Huan hurried forward to support the old man, shaking his head anxiously and said, "Uncle Shang, what are you doing? How can I bear this... Please get up quickly!"

Xiao Yong stepped forward to support Lin Huan, looked at her with his clear eyes, and said seriously: "Sister Huan, no matter what, my parents and I are very grateful to you."

Xiaoyong is young but sensible, and every word he says weighs more than a thousand pounds. After hearing this, Lin Huan's eyes reddened and she almost cried. But she held back. At this time, tears seemed too heavy, and she didn't want the people around her to fall into the quagmire of emotions with her.

“Good boy, thank you for your hard work. Please grow up well... Xiaozhi will be proud of you.” Lin Huan slowly lowered his head, gently stroked Xiaoyong's shiny black, soft and smooth short hair, and spoke softly with a faint smile on his face.

Xiaoyong's eyes were slightly red, tears welled up in them, as if they would fall at any moment. Although he had never seen his brother in person, his family was often visited by his former comrades-in-arms. There were not many visitors, but every time he talked with them, the topic would gradually deepen, starting with some trivial matters and slowly involving his brother's past experiences and stories.

As the conversation deepened, the image of his brother that was originally vague in Xiaoyong's mind began to slowly become clear and vivid. However, this change made him feel increasingly uneasy - such an excellent and kind brother! He was originally a child of Liyue, and for the sake of his family and country, he devoted all his blood and even his precious life without hesitation. Xiaoyong knew that his brother would never regret what he had done, but as one of his closest family members, Xiaoyong had now deeply experienced the great grief and endless sorrow that his parents had endured when they learned of the bad news.

"Sister Huan, can you please hug me?" Xiaozhi asked softly with a choked voice, a look of helplessness in his eyes, "Just for a little while, really just for a little while..."

Lin Huan nodded and smiled. Then he slowly opened his arms and gently embraced the little boy in front of him.

"Don't cry, Xiaoyong. You are a little man! Therefore, you must be strong, stand tall, grow up well, and become the most solid support for the two old people... If you need help, there are so many people behind you, they are all your brother's comrades-in-arms, including me... I can definitely be the most steadfast support behind you. So... there is nothing that you can't overcome. Xiaozhi must also hope that his parents and you, Xiaoyong, live a good life and do well... move forward, it must be like this." Lin Huan patted the little boy's back gently and whispered.