Chang Geng thought of things that happened many years ago in his dream. He was surrounded by a pungent smell of kerosene, the salty smell of blood, and the earthy smell of hay. He dreamed that he had turned into a very small ball, curled up in a tattered backpack, and was rocking along with the woman's deep and shallow steps.

Huger had long hair like black clouds, but unfortunately her body was too thin, which made her head look a little big, like a person made up of a pile of bones. She walked alone through the bandit's den that looked like a mass grave, humming a barbarian tune.

Suddenly, she turned around and her eyes met Chang Geng. Chang Geng instinctively shrank back. Even though he had grown up and was indestructible, this thin woman could always hurt him. He had a deep-seated fear of her.

However, she just looked at him silently for a while and did not do anything. Her face was stained with blood, her lips were pale, her expression was wooden, and her whole soul was curled up in those eyes. Those eyes looked like two reefs hiding stormy waves.

Then Huger sighed softly, not seeming crazy. She stretched out her thin hand, touched Chang Geng's head, and sang another tune - people from all over the world, from the north and south to the east and the south, could not speak the same language, but the little songs that mothers hummed to coax their children to sleep were all similar. Chang Geng was a little surprised, he didn't know there was such a scene in his memory.

She carried him on her back along a seemingly endless road to death, and then stopped at the foot of a mountain. The mountain behind her was silently on fire, with thick smoke rising to the sky and resentful souls sinking to the ground. Huger wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down by the roadside to rest, and took the little Chang Geng out of the backpack.

Chang Geng struggled subconsciously. Huger held him in front of her with both hands and stared at his face. She didn't know who she was looking at. Suddenly, an indescribable melancholy and tenderness appeared on her face. She put little Chang Geng on her knees, gently traced his young facial features with her fingers, then leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead.

Chang Geng did not dare to blink, and saw that the foreign woman's eyelashes were as thick as butterfly wings, and when they trembled slightly, they seemed ready to fly up to the sky at any time. Then she shed tears without warning and whispered: "Why were you born here, child? Did the heaven send you here to suffer?"

Chang Geng looked at her through years of memories. When she put her bony hands around his neck, he suddenly felt very calm. Somehow he was no longer afraid of this woman.

When she cried and wanted to strangle him, her hands covered in blood were ferocious, but her eyes were gentle.

When she was exhausted from crying and came to her senses, she loosened her hand on Chang Geng's neck and breathed into his dying throat, but her eyes turned cold.

Every time she wiped away her tears, it was as if part of her soul evaporated from her body. She became more and more indifferent, and her relationship with little Chang Geng became more and more peaceful.

Chang Geng followed her and wandered along the way.

Until one day, Hu Geer accidentally saw Chang Geng's feet. She was suddenly horrified, covered her face with her hands, stepped back a few steps, and curled up into a ball under the helpless gaze of the little boy, crying bitterly. In the dream, Chang Geng looked down at his feet and found that his toes were miraculously repairing themselves...

What is "self-repair"?

Chang Geng recalled with difficulty for a moment, and then a clear dream suddenly brought back something that was buried deep in his memory in his early years.

He recalled something that happened when he was very young - an age when he should not have any memories. At that time, one of his toes was indeed born defective, but later, he didn't know when, but it inexplicably grew back on its own.

Urgut will gradually take on the characteristics of the brothers he devoured.

The grown toes gave Hugel a great stimulation. It seemed to remind her all the time that she had made her child into Urbone, and the characteristics of that child began to manifest in this little "evil god" that was integrated into one, just as in the legend.

Chang Geng looked at her with some compassion. When he looked at all this from an outsider's perspective, he suddenly understood how that crazy woman felt.

When a person is filled with indignation about national humiliation and family feud, it is easy for him to make extreme decisions - such as committing suicide or even murdering his own children. But that is only a quick wound after all, even if it is bloody, there will always be a time when the situation changes. But she insisted on choosing a path that would continue to torture herself.

Hugel suddenly rushed over, grabbed his feet, picked up a stone, and smashed it down hard...

The pain was real, even in a dream.

Hugel bent his toes fiercely, and as he did so, he repeated like a demon: "You are not my child, you are not my child..."

Chang Geng groaned in pain, stuck between dream and reality, his entire foot aching so much that he could hardly feel it.

At this moment, a cold hand suddenly grasped his foot, just relieving the burning pain. Chang Geng took a few quick breaths, and someone whispered in his ear: "Shh - it's okay, it's all over, it doesn't hurt."

Chang Geng looked up blankly, only to see the scene around him suddenly changed. His figure gradually grew taller, but his clothes were still tattered and his body was still covered with wounds. The boundless cold seemed to seep into his bones. In the isolated and remote place outside the Great Wall, he squinted his eyes and saw a man coming against the light, his cloak fluttering, his steps firm, and an old black iron wine jug hanging around his waist.

The man, with hands as steady as iron and features as vivid as a painting, stretched out a hand to him and asked, "Will you come with me?"

Chang Geng looked at him, his body and mind almost exhausted, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Come with me, and you won't have to come back again."

Chang Geng grabbed the hand and walked forward, he felt that he was getting taller and taller, stronger and stronger, as if he could cross thousands of mountains and rivers with one step. As he walked, he suddenly turned his head and saw the bitter cold outside the Great Wall and the pack of wolves being gradually left behind. Huger was wearing the goose yellow dress she wore before her death, combing her hair as a bride, and silently looking at him.

And she didn't know when there was a person beside her. At first it was a little boy, and then as Chang Geng grew up, he gradually became a teenager and a young man...

He had a face exactly like Chang Geng, and stood side by side with Hu Geer.

Huger suddenly turned his head, pulled down his head, stood on tiptoe and kissed the young man next to him on the forehead.

Then they watched Chang Geng go away together.

Chang Geng suddenly opened his eyes. It was already bright outside. He suddenly had a different feeling, as if the shackles that had bound him all his life had suddenly disappeared. His body felt so light that he was almost uncomfortable.

There was a scent of tranquilizing powder floating around. Chang Geng raised his eyes and saw Chen Qingxu sitting quietly on the side, holding a scroll. Seeing that he woke up and was about to get up, Chen Qingxu gently raised a finger at him. Chang Geng quickly turned his head in the direction of her gaze and saw that Gu Yun had fallen asleep leaning against the side with one hand on his shoulder.

Chang Geng, who was originally planning to sit up, suddenly didn't dare to move.

Chen Qingxu very tactfully rolled up the book, ordered the next roll of tranquilizing powder, and quietly left.

In the silence, the man's light breathing could be heard. Chang Geng gently grasped the hand on his shoulder, interlocked his fingers, and stared at Gu Yun silently for a moment. He held his breath, climbed up, and slowly took off the glass mirror on Gu Yun's face.

Then he carefully touched Gu Yun's lips lightly.

The light kiss failed to alarm Gu Yun. Chang Geng waited for a while, and finally reluctantly slightly increased the intensity of his movements, gently licking Gu Yun's lips. When he heard his breathing finally change, he pulled Gu Yun over and held him in his arms. Gu Yun did not open his eyes, but habitually patted his back and coaxed him vaguely, "Go to sleep, I'm here."

Chang Geng closed his eyes slightly and buried his head in his neck contentedly.

The nightmare is over.

Then the war ended.

On the day when the Western Allied Forces' letter of surrender arrived in the capital, Shen Yi sent someone to send an urgent letter to ask Gu Yun how to escort it into the city.

Gu Yun replied briefly: "Giant Kite."

Eleven years ago, Calais Mars used a giant kite to sneak into the small town of Yanhui in the northwest, casting a shadow over Daliang. That shadow was also the starting point for a generation of emperors to walk from a panicked young man in the small town to the imperial capital thousands of miles away. Now, the smoke has dissipated, the wind and rain have stopped, and it seems that such a consistent ending is about to come.

The capital city was not like the small town of Yanhui. There was no plan to catch the giant kite in the city, so the Beidaying had to be responsible for the defense. A passage was opened on the moat outside the Nine Gates, and the area in the inner city for people to watch was filled with miniature iron fences to prevent too many onlookers from crowding into the water.

The new emperor led all the officials to personally welcome them outside the city. At dusk, a whole row of giant kites flew back from the south like migrating geese.

Millions of flaming wings were spinning in the dusk, and the setting sun shone through the steam, coating the giant kites with a layer of flowing gold. The roar came from miles away, and it fell into the moat like a setting sun, melting gold into the water and circling the city.

All the generals on the giant kite lined up on the deck and shouted "Long live the giant kite".

The onlookers pushed thousands of river lanterns into the water, and they floated thousands of miles away, like fireflies, carrying the souls back to their hometowns.