My imagination has come true

"...Give a stele of merit and virtue, which will stand forever in the world and be immortal for thousands of years."

A stone stele carved from white marble was placed on the east side of Ning'an Alley, surrounded by wood removed from Yuncheng Stadium, County Government, Baoyun Pagoda and other places to build guardrails.

It was the decision made by the local elders in Yuncheng. The county magistrate took the lead and led the respected gentry in Yuncheng to demolish it himself.

Soon, the monument of merit and virtue was erected and opened, and a group of soldiers who escorted the monument of merit and virtue earnestly gave military salutes.

All the people also bowed down.

Lin Zhengyi and Wang Guihua wiped their tears, and finally the heat surged in their chests, and the cold breath faded away.

Wang Guihua took a deep breath and said softly, "Okay, okay."

She finally let go.

Yes, as my daughter said, people will eventually die. Compared to living a boring life, dying in various accidents, or dying of old age in bed, she would rather live a vigorous life and end at the most splendid time.

Wang Guihua has never read a book, is not very literate, and cannot understand what her daughter said. She always feels that the child is restless and worrying.

Now, at this moment, two and a half years after her daughter died, she suddenly stopped hating and despairing so much and began to understand her daughter's aspirations.

If what my daughter wants is this, to leave a name in history, then how can a mother like her dare to stop her no matter how distressed she is?
On the merit tablet in front of her, her daughter's name was plated with gold. For the first time, Wang Guihua felt that being illiterate was not a good thing. She wanted to read every word about her precious daughter over and over again, but she couldn't read, so she could only ask Others read it, try to memorize it, and memorize it!
The Monument of Merit and Virtue is not limited to the Lin family in Ning'an Lane.

All the martyrs who have made great contributions and sacrificed their lives can erect this monument in their homes.

The other is in front of Yuncheng Stadium.

The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves, which swirled and scattered on the bluestone ground, and the soldiers of the Zhanbai Army walked down the long street in neat lines.

The common people of Yuncheng followed behind unknowingly, forming a long line.

Xiao Li thought in his mind, they are all just for show, what's worth watching?But his feet refused to listen to him, and he never dropped a step.

"It's all for parents."

Parents are getting old, he came here to take care of them.

"Yue Nv Xia, it's Yue Nv Xia!"

It seems that today's road is much shorter than the time he passed before, Xiao Li didn't realize it, and has already poured into the big square outside the gymnasium with the flow of people.

The gymnasium is holding a reincarnation match these days, and it has long been prepared to receive the audience. At this time, the people all over the city poured in, but it was only slightly crowded, with shoulders rubbing each other, and there was not much panic.

The flow of people naturally scattered in all directions, and Xiao Li also followed the flow of people in, looking around, suddenly a little startled.

The entire gymnasium square was awe-inspiringly white.

The county magistrate, the county magistrate, and everyone in the county government are all dressed in white, even Yue Qingqing who is standing in front of a huge stone tablet covered with red silk cloth.

The sackcloth mourning clothes and the body made Xiao Li feel all kinds of complicated emotions surging in his heart.

All the people on the left and right were silent.

At this moment, Xiao Li somewhat understood why Yue Qingqing let so many young warriors die, but no one hated her, and everyone worshiped her like a great hero.

She is used to...acting.

The word 'acting' lingered between Xiao Li's lips and tongue for a while, but finally swallowed it back.

In a person's life, it is enough to have such a person, such a group of people, who solemnly put on this sackcloth for themselves, even if they are just acting.

The sound of war drums roared.

The beat of the drum is hitting people's heartbeat.

Xiao Li's heart was beating wildly.

Mu Qingyun tore off the red silk, revealing a huge stone tablet that seemed to tower into the sky.

The stele was not there yesterday, but it was erected overnight.

Stretching out his hand to hold the Qiushui sword, Mu Qingyun looked solemn, swung the long sword, and powerful characters appeared on the stone tablet.

Every word seems to go straight to the sky for ninety thousand miles, there is no trace of sadness, only ambition and pride.

The names of countless people poured out on the tip of Mu Qingyun's sword.

Everyone was stunned.

Wang Guihua trembled all over, and suddenly raised her finger to the high platform: "Shuyuan, that's Shuyuan!"

She still knew her daughter's name after all.

Others also cried out in surprise, countless people cried and laughed, and shouted on their backs: "My son, my son!"

"My son, in your life, you did not live in vain, you did not live in vain!"

Holding his breath, Mu Qingyun carved the entire stele, a total of 280 names, in one breath, before exhaling slowly.

In the past ten years, 280 or six warriors lived in Yuncheng alone, and they stayed far away forever.

In this disaster, most of those who died were young warriors, white-haired people giving away black-haired people, life is suffering.

Now this stele, and one after another, placed in every corner of Ming Kingdom, may bring them a little bit of comfort.

Mu Qingyun wanted to cast a stele at first because he thought of the lost and damaged historical materials in later generations.

Unexpectedly, the common people would be so excited.

Mu Qingyun smiled unconsciously. Fortunately, she knew better than anyone that the world would definitely change for the better.

Chen Yi stepped forward and entrusted Mu Qingyun with three cups of warm wine, one to respect the sky, one to respect the earth, and the last one.

"Sacrifice to the heroic spirit."

Mu Qingyun whispered, "Bless the ban operation smoothly, and bless us to enter the new world safely."

Maybe it's because her mental strength has indeed broken through a certain limit, and she seems to have been having some dreamlike dreams recently.

She was dreaming, but it didn't look like she was dreaming.

She dreamed that she was actually wearing a luxurious crown dress and sitting in a huge golden hall to attend a banquet.

It seems that none of the banquet guests are human beings.

It seems that she only started having this dream after her name was included in the 'Banned' campaign.

She asked other people, but they didn't have this phenomenon.

She didn't hide it, and told several researchers in the restricted area about this phenomenon. After the researchers heard about it, they looked at her a little strangely, but they still comforted her, saying that it was normal.

Mu Qingyun chuckled, poured himself a glass of warm wine, drank it slowly, and looked up at the towering stone tablet.

"Senior sister, next time we meet, we will really be in a new world."

Chen Yi: "OK."

She paused and smiled again: "Actually, I don't choose, as long as we can meet, anywhere is fine."

The chariots and horses were all ready, Mu Qingyun didn't go back to the martial arts hall, but only shook Chen Yi's arm, and then boarded the chariot and left.

Chen Yi sent her out of the city gate all the way, and stood at the gate of the city, recalling the long ten years.

These years, thinking about it carefully, she has never been separated from her junior sister, and there is nothing to worry about.

If it was said that back then, she didn't want her junior sister to go to the restricted area to participate in any "banning", but now, ten years later, she can no longer say those obstructive words.