He is Chen Feng, an 18-year-old boy who can be seen everywhere in modern cities. The date of birth on his ID card is clearly checkable, and his resume is as clean as a blank piece of paper.
But only he himself knows what kind of years are contained in this skin. The artillery fire of the Sino-Japanese War burned his military uniform, and the ice and snow of Changjin Lake cracked his fingertips. He had seen broken mountains and rivers, and the lights of thousands of families. He was the shadow in the blank space of the history books, the hand that quietly stretched out in times of crisis, and the "protector" who was worshiped by millions of people in their hearts, but his name was never left in any record.
When the long guardianship made the divinity tired, he gathered up his magical powers, hid the past, and fell into the world of fireworks. I want to be an ordinary boy who worries about living expenses, but I always inadvertently protect the people around me - the stage crisis of a top star, the life and death decision of an emergency doctor, the silent persistence of border soldiers, the inheritance dilemma of old street craftsmen...
Everyone who met him felt that this young man had an inexplicable sense of stability, but no one knew that the shoulders they relied on carried thousands of years of wind and frost. When the darkness suppressed by him gradually awakens, when the joys and sorrows of mortals collide violently with divine responsibilities, the young man who just wants to "live a good life" will eventually understand: the so-called protection is never a choice, but a destiny engraved in the bone marrow.
This is a story about gods hiding in the mortal world, and it is also proof that millions of people are watched tenderly by that silent gaze in the tide of time.
