Maybe You Choose Your Ideal
by Liu Taibai
About This Novel
You have a sleepless night. On the soft Simmons bed, you seemed worried and restless. You want to sleep quietly and let everything calm down, like you have completed an unsurprising interview assignment. You keep reminding yourself that although you are deep in the mountains, you are staying in a hotel in the county, Weilin Hotel. But it is precisely the word "weilin" that makes you unable to feel the slightest sense of comfort and ease. Wei Lin means nothing more than the coming of kingly power. It marks the conquest of orthodoxy over rebellion, civilization over barbarism. In the haze, you seemed to see a scene hundreds of years ago. A group of majestic soldiers marched in the ancient mountain stronghold. Their iron armor shone dazzlingly in the pale sunshine, and their dust-stained flags fluttered in the biting mountain wind. The ragged mountain people gathered around to watch the team return victoriously. They looked on with expressionless faces. The team finally drifted away. The mountain people also meandered away.
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