Long Yan*********

All appearances are false shells. All operating rules have hidden undercurrents; All appearances of stability are wrapped in intricate and hidden checks and balances. The layers of circles are nested inside each other, and the hidden threads are intertwined and entwined silently. Invisible veins cross the territory, penetrate the texture, and are secretly deduced in corners where no one can see. Interests and interests are exchanged silently, desires are secretly drawn, All directions have been quietly calibrated in the shadows, without sound or sign, only silence enveloping everything. I would rather overturn the invisible rules than follow the hidden rules; I would rather be trapped in an unknown undercurrent than be tamed by it; I would rather fall into the endless confusion than follow the silent destiny. The general situation is hidden in the shadows, and the chess game is hidden in silence. The entire world is trapped in an invisible dark web, spinning silently, with no way to escape.