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Mu Bai could not believe his own eyes. He shouted out the girl's name with all his might, but he did not get a reply.

Mu Bai trembled as he stood up and carried Wen Lan. Amidst the sounds of gunfire, they passed directly through the teahouse. There was a cliff at the bottom of the lake, and no one went in there.

When he was big enough, she was washed to the shore. When she woke up, the first thing she did was look to her left and right Wen Lan's position. She was washed to the other side of the small stream, causing Mu Bai to stand up unsteadily.

Even though it was very weak...

tried his best to resuscitate his heart, but to no avail.

He nearly broke down and collapsed to the side, calling her name.

"Wen Lan." Mu Bai's eyes were filled with grief: "Stop playing and wake up, ok?"

"Wen Lan."

"Wen Lan."

"Wen Lan."

He did not know how many times he shouted, but Wen Lan did not even move. Trembling, he reached out his hand to feel it again, but the weak breath was gone.

Mu Bai stood there in a daze for a long time.

He was much calmer than he imagined. He did not tear her heart out again, he only looked at her calmly. The water in his surroundings gurgled as Mu Bai stood up.

He picked up a lot of white daisies from the mountain stream at the side and brought them to Wen Lan's side. He wrapped her ice-cold body in a ball of flowers and circled around him again.

Holding hands, he closed his eyes.

He did not intend to wake up.

Suddenly, with a "puchi", Wen Lan spat out a mouthful of water.

She couldn't hold it in any longer.

He took off all the white flowers on his body, got up and sat on the ground, then looked at Mu Bai who was lying in the daisy and laughed.

"Are you burying me?"

"And you also buried yourself?"

Mu Bai stared at Wen Lan blankly. His eyes slowly filled up with pink.

He suddenly stood up and hugged Wen Lan, his head resting on Wen Lan's shoulder.

Wen Lan patted his back lightly and comforted him softly, "I was just teasing you."

She just wondered what he would do if she died, and now she knew.

Mu Bai hugged Wen Lan tightly, not letting go and not saying a word.

She could feel his body trembling, his shoulders twitching, clearly terrified.

Wen Lan felt that she had gone a little too far.

"I'm sorry..." Her voice was weak. "I shouldn't have scared you."

"Don't talk." Mu Bai opened his mouth, his voice trembling and hoarse, revealing a sense of exhaustion: "Just let me hug you for a while."

He was angry, of course he was angry, but what he felt more strongly was the kind of joy that comes from losing something. When he hugged her warm body, Mu Bai felt that his whole heart was like a ripe apple fruit that had fallen down heavily.

From that day onwards, they became the survivors of the war, relying on each other to survive. In order to return home, they had to work hard every day.

The flames of war had been raging for more than three years, and during these three years, they had relied on each other to survive as they traveled in all directions.

Wen Lan and Mu Bai had to rely on healing the wounded soldiers and some supplies from the military to survive.

They walked south in the direction of their home.

The year they walked to Galle Harbor, there was a pause in the fighting and a temporary truce signed between the military and the terrorists, which gave them a rare peace.

It was said that the most beautiful Indian Ocean could be seen at the port of Galle, as well as the most beautiful coral reef in the world.

Wen Lan and Mu Bai walked south along the railway line, hand in hand. At that time, the train was still old, and the tracks were all old. The speed of the train wouldn't exceed 30 kilometers per hour, it wasn't considered slow, at least it wasn't too fast.

An antique green-leather train slowly drove past them. This car was on its way to Galleon Harbor in the old days.

"Let's climb up, okay?!" Mu Bai suddenly became interested, "When I was young, I sneaked out to play. I didn't have any money, so I climbed onto the train halfway and went to many places!"

However, Wen Lan had grown up in the city, so she had only seen things like climbing trains in movies.

Wen Lan was a little hesitant. She was a little afraid, but she really wanted to try it out.

Just as Wen Lan was hesitating, Mu Bai had already climbed up. He turned around and smiled at Wen Lan while opening his arms wide, welcoming the warm atmosphere. He smiled brilliantly: "Don't be afraid, grab my hand! I will protect you! "

Wen Lan's originally tense heart instantly relaxed. She passed her hands over and held them tightly together just like that. The girl's long red dress flew in the air, becoming the most beautiful color of the Eternal Morning Light in her memories.

The multicolored sunlight fell from the trees. Wen Lan stuck her head out of the opened car door, the wind blowing her long hair and red skirt. She laughed and waved her arms, shouting loudly towards the mountains and seas: "Long live peace! Long live freedom! Long live the motherland! "

This scene was deeply engraved in his heart. No matter how much time passed, it would always be the scene that moved him the most.

Such beautiful people, such a scene full of hope. They had survived the cannon fire, they had relied on each other, they had promised each other, they had experienced despair but they had never given up hope. They were each other's belief, the only kind trust in the cruelty of the world.

If someone were to ask Mu Bai, what did he love about her?

If it was because she was kind and warm in the past, then it was because she had saved her life.

Now, he actually didn't know the reason. He looked at her in such a way that he could only hope that time would last forever, that he could see how happy she would always be, that she would never, ever be separated from him.

It was already dusk when they arrived at Galle Harbor. The setting sun on the horizon reflected off the beach like a field of bright light.

They held hands and enjoyed this rare peace and harmony.

"When the civil war is over, we'll go home."

"Okay, let's go home."

"Look at the Great Wall, look at the Yellow River, look at the mountains and seas of the motherland, and then go to the Himalayas and build snowmen."

Wen Lan tilted her head and looked at the boy's side profile. While they had been relying on each other for three years, the man's face had already started to show stubble. He looked old and mature, and his angular face seemed to have allowed to grow ten years older.

Wen Lan suddenly went closer and smiled as he tiptoed and kissed his face.

When Wen Lan slowly moved his lips away, he reached out to hold the back of her head and pushed it towards himself.

Wen Lan slowly lowered her tiptoe. Bending slightly, her warm and soft lips pressed against her.

Wen Lan's red dress already had countless holes on it, but she was the only one with a beautiful outfit. As for Mu Bai, the white t-shirt that was about to be washed completely disappeared, it revealed her skin color.

Even so, they were the most beautiful scenery on the beach.

The peaceful days could never last.

In that year's December, the Indian Ocean tsunami broke out. Mu Bai and Wen Lan, who had escaped death, could see the countless cold and terrifying corpses of people floating in the river everyday. In front of the calamities and humans, a person's name was as insignificant as an ant.

Once again, they threw themselves into their dark work. They saved lives and paused in the direction of home.

The way home seemed to be interrupted time and time again.

The natural disaster of the tsunami had finally passed. On the second day, when the ferocious tiger was forced to recruit, Mu Bai was captured and sent to the army.

The night before they joined the army, Mu Bai and Wen Lan were nestled inside a dilapidated silk tent, the night was quiet and serene.

Wen Lan crawled up from Mu Bai's embrace and knelt in front of him. She couldn't say a word. All her thoughts were stuck in her throat, sour and bitter.

He was the one who spoke first, and it took a lot of effort for his pretty face to force out a smile that was not that stiff.

"If I …"

She rushed to his mouth and covered it. She knew what he was going to say.

"No …."

Mu Bai held her wrist and slowly put it down.

"If I don't come back." Mu Bai said in a serious and serious manner: "Promise me that when the war ends, you will go home."

Wen Lan shook her head with all her might.

She was not afraid that he would leave. She was not afraid of waiting alone. She was afraid that she would have no hope.

With hope, she finally understood the meaning of continuing to live.

Large tears fell from the corner of his eyes. Wen Lan's body kept twitching, but she could do nothing to stop them.

She couldn't take him home. She couldn't stop him from going to war.

Mu Bai's heart felt like it was being stabbed by knives, he did not dare continue looking at her, as he tilted his head to the side and took a deep breath.

"If I really can't come back, you have to forget about me."

Wen Lan choked with sobs, "No … "Don't..."

"You can." Mu Bai mustered up the courage to turn around and looked at Wen Lan steadily. "You still have relatives in China, if you want to go back and reunite with them, you will be as happy as if you were reunited with me."

Wen Lan's face was covered in tears, her heart ached for nothing. Words that she wanted to say spilled out of her mouth, leaving her only begging and pain.

"Just like how war will always end, and how the wounds of war will one day vanish into thin air, there will be a day when you will forget about me and begin a new life. You must believe that everything will be all right. "

"Whether I'm with you or not, you have to believe that, okay?"

The night was terrifyingly quiet, and his heart was constantly sinking. Many parting words could not be said by Wen Lan in her entire life.

During the few months that Mu Bai had been gone, they had frequently sent messages to each other. He told her about the situation of his troops, and said that the recent war had been a little weaker, with signs of a truce. They had always encouraged each other in the letters, and they were still the closest person to each other, as if they had never been separated.

Later, Wen Lan and an overseas Chinese were taken away by the government army and placed in a temporarily safe embassy.

However, Mu Bai was far away and lost.

She waited day after day, hoping day after day, waiting for the end of the war, waiting for the peace she longed for, waiting for the return flight.

However, he didn't wait for the man to arrive.

She would sometimes forget his appearance, because it was difficult for her dirty face to be washed clean. However, she always remembered that day on the beach, when she was facing the endless Indian Ocean, the setting sun on the pink beach, and that boy's kiss, it was so real, so hot.