Chapter 809 Finale
Cheng Ling stepped forward and pulled him into his arms.
The breathing and heartbeats of the two people gradually became in sync, and their shadows merged into one.
At this moment, only each other was left in their world, and no one or thing could interfere with them.
The two hugged each other in silence for a long time.
Cheng Ling patted Jiang Qilan's back gently and said softly: "Brother Lan, let's go down the mountain and find a place to have a good chat."
"Yes." Jiang Qilan kissed the top of Cheng Ling's head, rubbed her short hair, and then let go.
The two looked at each other for a moment and laughed.
Cheng Ling walked out of the temple gate first. Jiang Qilan faced the stone statue, clasped his hands and bowed very devoutly. Then he walked out of the door with his long legs. He gently pulled the two black paint doors shut and locked them. .
Cheng Ling naturally took his hand, but suddenly noticed something in Jiang Qilan's palm.
She grabbed his hand and turned his palm over. In his broad palm, there lay quietly a small plastic packaging bag.
It's orange candy.
This person always has snacks hidden on him.
Cheng Ling twisted the candy, tore open the package, put the sweet and sour candy into his mouth, took Jiang Qilan's hand again, and said with a smile: "Let's go, Squirrel Lan."
Squirrel Lan——Jiang Qilan burst into laughter.
He held Cheng Ling's hand tightly.
The two of them went down the mountain together under the moonlight.
This is destined to be a long sleepless night.
They have too many questions they want to ask each other, and too many things they want to talk to each other.
The road ahead is also long and full of difficulties and obstacles.
The path chosen by Cheng Ling and Jiang Qilan is destined to not be smooth sailing.
——China is getting stronger and stronger, and the enemies are eyeing them and will not give up any opportunity to suppress and exploit China. They just want to see China decline or even perish——
As long as the enemy is around, Cheng Ling and Jiang Qilan will not stop.
The future is full of crises and uncertainties.
But there is only one thing that Cheng Ling and Jiang Qilan can be sure of:
No matter how difficult the road ahead is, they are not alone.
They have each other.
They are the best comrades who advance and retreat together on the long road of life. They encourage each other, support each other, cooperate with each other, and help each other.
They were holding hands and heart to heart.
No one can separate the two.
(End of text)
Write on the back:
The inspiration for this book began when I climbed Baiwang Mountain in Beijing.
There is a temple on the top of the mountain, which enshrines the statue of Taijun She. Standing outside, looking at the white-haired female general Taijun She, inspiration suddenly came to her——
Then, the idea of writing such a story came up.
Heroes in the world are regardless of age, origin, and gender.
After returning home, I systematically reviewed literary works such as "Generals of the Yang Family", "Female Generals of the Yang Family", "Mu Guiying" and so on, and wrote an outline.
Over the next six months or so, I began to immerse myself in writing this novel.
Unfortunately, I only write novels as a part-time person. There are many things in life, the update time is very unstable, and I am under a lot of pressure.
It is you, you lovely readers, who constantly encourage me in the background, remind me to update, give me rewards, give me suggestions, and give me affirmation, so that I can persist in finishing writing.
thank you all!
Gratitude is in the heart, not in empty words.
The novel is not perfect. In the later stage, I will modify it little by little, add some pictures, and modify some writing structures. Of course, the main line will not be changed.
I would like to defend myself a few words - the environment for writing novels is often very difficult.
Or be outdoors in the scorching sun with a temperature of over 40 degrees Celsius, or be on the streets in freezing temperatures of minus ten degrees Celsius, or be trudging home in the pouring rain, taking a hasty hot shower and then coding, or In the heavy snow, you rub your hands, stomp your feet, breathe, and type on your phone...
Sometimes, on a deserted beach, sometimes, on a mountain top where no one can see anything, sometimes, in a deserted mountain where mosquitoes are rampant...
And at any time of the day, I might be typing.
Whether it's one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, or four or five o'clock in the morning.
Sometimes, when I dream about the plot of a novel while sleeping, I quickly grab my phone and record the inspiration in my dream.
I also experienced several illnesses, high fever, vomiting, lethargy, pain...
There are inevitably some parts of the novel where the word count is too low or the writing is not smooth enough. I will revise it bit by bit when I have time.
Thank you all for your tolerance and understanding.
I am very, very happy to meet you, and thank you for accompanying Cheng Lingjiang, Qilan and the others on such a long journey, and accompanying me on such a long journey.
Love you guys!
See you in the extra episode.
If you have any people or plots you want to watch, you can leave me a message. I will read them all, then select some and write extras (my friend said, your extras may need to be written in a million words).
Next spring, a new article will be published.
I have a lot of ideas, and I will ask for your opinions when the time comes. For the next book, I will be more serious, work harder, study hard, improve my writing skills, and strive to be worthy of your praise and love.
Thanks. bow!