Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

After the small talk, everyone bowed and placed the colorful neon flowers in front of the tombstone and the upright Qianyan spear. These flowers were not only to mourn Xiaozhi, but also to commemorate the heroic sacrifice of the Tengshe Grand Marshal Fushe in the thrilling war a few years ago, as well as the countless unknown but respectable Qianyan Army heroes buried deep in the battlefields above or below the ground. They are also worth remembering.

After a moment of silence, seeing the sun gradually becoming hotter and hotter, Lin Huan slowly turned around, cast his eyes on Boyang standing behind him, and said in a low voice: "It's getting late now, and the people at home are probably still waiting for us to go back for lunch..."

Boyang nodded in understanding. He then turned around and smiled at the retired soldiers of the Qianyan Army, his former comrades, and the father and son. He then invited them, "Yes, it just so happens that... our family cooked some food today. If you don't mind, why don't you come with us and have a simple meal?"

Xiaoyong's father shook his head gently, with a smile on his face: "My wife has already prepared lunch at home, and is waiting for us to come home and enjoy it! Things here have been delayed for a long time, so I won't bother you today."

As he spoke, he nodded slightly to everyone.

Several soldiers standing nearby also waved their hands and said: "Yes, the food at home is ready, and our family is waiting for us to go back and eat!" Their tone was generous, revealing their anticipation and satisfaction for reuniting with their families.

When Boyang heard this, he knew he couldn't force them to stay, so he said nothing more. He smiled and nodded, showing his understanding. Then, everyone bowed to each other and said goodbye, turning around with friendship and respect, and each of them set off on their way home. Their figures gradually went farther and farther, disappearing at the end of the street in the distance.

Boyang stood there quietly, following the people walking away until they disappeared from his sight. He sighed softly, as if a heavy stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground, but at the same time, he felt an indescribable sense of loss.

Boyang slowly turned around and walked back to Xiaozhi's tombstone with heavy steps. In front of the small mound, there were only two figures standing opposite each other, silent. The two little babies, one pulled Rong Zhao's sleeve, and the other was held back in Lin Huan's arms. The postures of the younger brother and sister were so tall and straight, just like two lonely and proud stars, shining on each other, twinkling against each other but seeming out of reach. In Boyang's eyes, these two people were so well matched, as if they were born to be together.

But Boyang knew in his heart that they had laid out everything clearly during the trip not long ago. Although he felt very reluctant and helpless, he also knew that his brother's love was real and there was no chance at all. His deep affection could only be turned into the most precious memory deep in his heart, and kept silently.

At this moment, the surroundings were quiet, with only the breeze rustling the leaves. Boyang stared at the tombstone in front of him, which was engraved with Xiaozhi's name and date of birth and death. Every word was like a sharp sword piercing his heart. The two figures standing opposite each other expressed endless regret and sorrow in silence.

"Okay, let's go home first." Boyang said softly, "It's time to prepare dinner. We can't be late."