The spring breeze blows, and the water of the Huancheng River is clear and refreshing, flowing slowly in the bright spring sunshine.

By the river, rows of weeping willows are planted, full of greenery.

The willow trees swayed in the wind, like a beautiful woman dancing enchantingly.

Tuoba Xian walked by the river, walking under every willow tree, and the light of infinite aftertaste passed under his eyes.

Time is like going backwards.

In the past, it was also such a bright spring day.

And the man in his fresh clothes and angry horses stood by the river and waited for him.

She will never forget that spring, that kind of him.

As it is today, all those who have been dormant for a winter have come out to step out for spring.

He stood in the crowd, like a jade tree in the wind.

He hugged her and whispered under the willows, telling each other's love and longing.

"Qing'er, I want to go over there and have a look."

Tuoba Xian stopped her steps and said to Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Yaxue, who were also following behind her.

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be an adult-tall stone tablet over there, I'd like to go over and see it." Tuoba Xian said again.

Back then, they carved an oath on the stele together.

Nineteen years later, she no longer set foot in the Central Plains.

It's rare to return to her hometown today, and she has an urge to go and see it again!

Seeing Tuoba Xian's expression in her eyes, Yang Ruoqing smiled happily: "Okay, let's go over and see it together." ”

The three of them walked for a long time, away from the bustling crowd on the riverbank, to a relatively secluded corner.

The moat branches here, and there is a stream from west to east, which will flow through the Yellow River and then into the sea to the east.

All around, the grass is overgrown and wild flowers are blooming.

But there is no stone tablet of adult height that Tuoba Xian said.

"Strange, where is the stele? I remember it was standing in this place! ”

Tuoba Xian circled in place, searching, muttering to herself.

Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Yaxue glanced at each other, and both of them came over to help find each other.

Nineteen years have passed, and so much has changed.

I wonder if the stele had been thrown into the river.

Yang Ruoqing said in her heart, but she still searched for it very carefully.

This is not just looking for a stone monument.

It's a dusty past.

The three of them searched for a long time, and Yang Ruoqing found the target in a weed bush down the river beach.

"There is a stone monument here, everyone, come on!"

With the support of Xiao Yaxue, Tuoba Xian slowly descended to the bottom of the river beach.

"Qing'er, quick, let me see."

Tuoba Xian's voice revealed a bit of urgency.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly stood up and came over to support Tuoba Xian.

"This stele is broken, and half of it is left lying in the soil, I don't know if it's the one my mother is looking for." She said.

Tuoba Xian didn't speak, and her eyes were all attracted by the half-cut stone tablet in the weeds.

She squatted down and stretched out her hands to brush the thick earth and stone on it, little by little, to restore the original appearance of the stone tablet.

Looking at Tuoba Xian's well-maintained hands, holding the soil on the stone tablet, Yang Ruoqing was a little unbearable.

"Mother, I'll help you plan......"

"No, I'm going to do it myself!"

Tuoba said gracefully, and his tone was exceptionally firm.

Yang Ruoqing had to stand aside and watch helplessly with Xiao Yaxue.

Tuoba Xian's beautiful nails were broken several times, and even some blood was exposed.

She was still there planing, scraping, taking out a handkerchief, and carefully wiping it on the stone tablet.

It seems that every tiny line of this stele should be rubbed out and let them see the light of day again.

I don't know how long it took, but Tuoba Xian's movements suddenly stopped.

Suppressed, I don't know if it was joy, excitement, or sad sobs.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and hurriedly came to Tuoba Xian's side.

"Mother, why are you crying?"

She asked, her gaze following Tuobaxian's fingers to the corner of the stone tablet in front of her.

In a very inconspicuous place, she saw two columns of fonts as thin as mosquito legs.

"Found it, found ......"

Tuoba Xian muttered, tears in her eyes.

Yang Ruoqing leaned over, carefully distinguished the two columns of tiny fonts, and read aloud:

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and the beauty under the willow is skillful.

A pot of spring breeze, several spring nights.

Wait for his year, Jin Ge Iron Horse, calm the world.

Ten miles of red makeup to welcome Qinger.

At the bottom, a word was left:

Peak.

Yang Ruoqing guessed that this peak character should be the name of the person who carved the poem on the stone tablet, right?

Looking at Tuoba Xian's appearance of not being able to control her emotions, could it be that these poems were carved by Luo Fengtang's father?

Oops, the words are well written though.

Judging from the carving of this stroke, he is an extraordinary practitioner.

And the writing is also good, iron-clad and tender.

It's just that this uncivilized behavior portrayed everywhere is still not encouraged.

The distant mind was pulled back by Tuoba Xian's ethereal voice.

"It's been nineteen years, and things are people, and everything is off."

She sighed softly, her fingers lightly touching the powerful small words on the stone tablet.

In front of me, it was as if I had seen the scene of that day again......

A sad smile appeared on Tuoba Xian's face.

"When I came to see this stele today, it can be regarded as untying a knot in my heart."

"Qing'er, Yaxue, let's rebury this stone tablet together!"

Tuoba Xian said, and buried it together, as well as that beautiful memory.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mother, wait a minute, something is wrong!" ”

"What's wrong?" Tuoba Xian asked.

Yang Ruoqing frowned, looking at this half of the stone tablet, as well as the other weeds and stones around the stone tablet.

"Mother, Tang Yanzi's father, is he still in this world?" She asked.

Tuoba Xian said: "I don't know, it's been nineteen years, and there is no news." ”

"I guess I'm not here......" she added.

Although I thought that it was very likely that that person was not in the world, I still couldn't help but want to go north to the capital to find it.

Although I know that the chances of finding it are extremely slim, almost nothing.

But I still can't help but want to come back to remember......

Seeing Tuoba Xian's expression in her eyes, Yang Ruoqing knew that her mother-in-law was not sure.

"Mother, come and see the words on this stone tablet, and then compare it with the other words on the side, is there anything wrong?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Tuoba Xian squinted her eyes and looked at them carefully, and then her eyes lit up.

"The word ......"

"This word is obviously clearer than the other words around it." Yang Ruoqing Road,

"The other words on the side have long been blurred after 19 years of wind and sun."

"And these two columns of words, no, but this nick, but it is getting deeper and deeper, what does this mean?"

"It shows that in the past nineteen years, someone has often come to trace and engrave these two columns!"

"And the person who can find this place and engrave these two columns of words is no one else except the owner who engraved it in the first place!"

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's analysis, Tuoba Xian was stunned.