Lao Tzu Mountain.

Taoist Lin sat at the stone tablet in the back mountain, waiting for Chu Boxiong. He smoked the remaining cigarettes of Wu Mian and watched the spring flowers bloom silently.

In the cold storm and blizzard, Taoist Lin had been looking forward to the spring blooming countless times. Every time he breathed, the ice on the mask he wore had to stick to his lips.

Every spring, the scenery of Lao Tzu Mountain is beautiful, but Taoist Lin has never been so expecting the warmth of spring and flowers in his heart.

If the battle in Heshi City has won today, seals have been lifted in various parts of Hubei, and the final victory should be not far away.

In the provincial capital, Yajingzi also spent the darkest moment. The panic, hesitation and helplessness during that period had already passed away with the wind.

When the seal is lifted, the fireworks on earth reappear, as if spring is blooming, and everyone is a cute little flower.

It feels really good to be able to sit leisurely in the back mountain to smoke, drink, and brush your phone.

Taoist Lin smiled and looked at the wild flowers on the hillside behind the mountain with a little color like stars, and he was happy and peaceful.

Uncle Master didn’t know when he would come back, and Taoist Lin missed him a little.

Less than two months after he left, Taoist Lin felt that countless years had passed, and I wonder if the reckless boy was already old.

The wind in the mountains is not strong, and it is not as harsh as the cold late spring.

The faint fragrance of flowers fills the mouth and nose, making people forget the suffering and sadness of the past.

"Master Lin."

Taoist Lin was happy when he saw the colors all over the mountains and fields. He forgot about Chu Boxiong for a moment. He was frightened by the sudden sound.

"Old Mr. Chu." Taoist Lin stood up and bowed and said, "What are you talking about when you are coming to the back mountain?"

"Look at the stone tablet left by the fourth uncle." Chu Boxiong said with a smile.

Look, Taoist Lin subconsciously glanced at Chu Boxiong's pale eyes. Look at the words spoken from his mouth, making Taoist Lin feel like he was joking.

Rejecting the surgery from the junior teacher, I guess Chu Boxiong can really "see" this world.

"I heard that some of the doctors and nurses who supported Tianhe City have returned?" Chu Boxiong sat casually on the ground, looked up at the stone tablet, and asked lightly.

"Yes, but my uncle didn't come back. I asked the video yesterday and he said he would hurry up and study while there were patients with new pneumonia virus."

"Um?"

"In the future, everyone will be cured. There will be no such virus in our land of China. Even if you want to study it, you can't study it." Daoshi Lin smiled.

This... was so pretentious. After Dao Shi Lin finished speaking, he felt very proud.

I stretched out my hand to pick my beard, but I twisted it for a moment.

When he was a volunteer, Taoist Lin shaved off his beard, but now he still feels a little distressed when he thinks about it.

"Oh, so that's it." Chu Boxiong said.

Zheng Linyuan stood in front of the stone tablet and used his hand to trace the handwriting he left behind little by little, looking like a fool.

Taoist Lin thought this old and young were very interesting.

"Master Lin, thank you for your hard work in the mountains."

Experience?

Taoist Lin smiled. Mr. Chu was really good at speaking. He went to help Aunt Feng in the neighborhood committee to do something, which turned into experience in Mr. Chu's mouth.

"Hey." Daoshi Lin smiled, "I'm not polite, it's really hard. The masks are covered with ice, and the water vapor has already wet the mask. I think the masks are useless outdoors in our Northeast China."

“It’s really difficult.”

"Mr. Chu, are you in the back mountain? Is there anything wrong?" Taoist Lin asked again.

"It's okay, just look at the four words "good weather and good weather, peace and peace in the country." Chu Boxiong said.

I don’t think much about it, but I really experienced an epic natural disaster and survived the disaster. When Taoist Lin looked at these eight words again, he would remember that he was jumping in the snow, his mask was filled with ice, and even his eyelashes and hats were filled with ice.

These eight words seem to be written in the heart like a large brush.

"It's not easy, it's not easy." Taoist Lin said softly, but then smiled, "Mr. Chu, I began to think that this time I would really destroy the clan and the race, but the turn of the circle was the same as the hexagram you said."

"The ups and downs are the fixed numbers in the world." Chu Boxiong said, "I originally thought that this matter would last for at least twenty years before I could be reborn in the ruins again, but I didn't expect it to be more than a month."

As he said that, Chu Boxiong was empty and looked at the stone tablet with pale eyes, as if he had seen the eight big words on the stone tablet.

After a few breaths, Chu Boxiong said, "Great luck is not easy."

"Twenty years? I'll go..." Taoist Lin said in a low voice.

"Taking history as a lesson, the Xiongnu was surrounded by Baideng during its heyday. After only 48 years, the Xiongnu were divided into two parts, east and west."

"The Turkic cavalry was prosperous and there was a Wei River alliance. In the following three years, Li Jing led 100,000 cavalry to destroy the Eastern Turks and captured Jie Li Khan."

"It only took three years from admitting defeat to counterattacking?"

"The Mongol Yuan was a little longer, and it was not even a hundred years. The barbarians had no national destiny for a hundred years, and they have always been like this."

Taoist Lin was silent.

"Now this time, from the wind to the turnaround, it takes only more than a month. Whenever I think of the prosperity of the country, I cry and cry."

"This time it won't count." Taoist Lin said in a low voice when he remembered the way his uncle scolded the mountain.

"We can't say whether it counts or not. It's a comment from later generations. When we come, it becomes history. Just like what Mr. Fan and others did back then, it becomes history."

"Hey, after you say that, why do I feel like I have created history?" Dao Shi Lin smiled.

"What do you think? Water can carry a boat and can also overturn it. Master Lin is in the world. Although he is weak in power, he still strives to do whatever he wants. He deserves it," said Chu Boxiong.

"I don't dare to think about what happened at that time now." Taoist Lin felt that he had been said by Chu Boxiong a few good words, and he began to float up. He changed the subject, for fear that Chu Boxiong would beg him for something, and said with a smile, "I remember very clearly. I didn't dare to watch social media at that time, and I felt that the whole world was dark. I heard from the uncle of the junior teacher that this was called sang."

"It has always been. During the Republic of China, we faced the destruction of the clan and the race, and there was no hope. Even the Chinese characters were taken out and discussed whether to cancel it. If Mr. Fan and others were not willing to sacrifice their lives and fight the battle to establish the country, everything would be left."

Taoist Lin and Chu Boxiong had chatted many times, and heard him talk about the situation of overseas Chinese and overseas Chinese at that time.

Resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea can be regarded as the battle to establish a country.

A few years ago, the Japanese army was defeated by the declining weather and could still be defeated by Henan, Hunan and Guangxi, but in a few years it defeated the world's strongest US military to the 38th parallel.

It seems a bit strange to put the US military, the Huns and Turks together. Taoist Lin smiled and thought carefully.

After thinking about it for a long time, Dao Shi Lin didn't think about it.

"This time is really difficult." Chu Boxiong said, "The highest respect for a civilization is to kill everything. Although it has not become a reality, I have really faced this situation in the past two months."
Chapter completed!