Secrets of Qinglong Mountain

For as long as I can remember, I have lived with my father in Qinglong Mountain. My home is a bamboo house built at the foot of Qinglong Mountain. There is a big pond called Qinglong Pond a hundred meters away from my bamboo house. There is a railway bridge on Qinglong Pond, with green trains passing by every day. I watched this scene for fifteen years until I was sixteen, when my father unexpectedly passed away and entrusted Qinglong Mountain to me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.