When the mountain breeze passes through the forest, it always brings a piece of old time with it.
There was a young man who was born in fireworks and grew up in wind and frost. He had eaten food from hundreds of families and traveled thousands of miles. He went to the mountains to become a disciple at the age of fifteen and joined the army in armor at the age of twenty-two. He has seen gunpowder smoke, guarded mountains and rivers, remembered his hometown, and guarded a family.
From being alone, to having four generations living under one roof; from being alone, to being surrounded by descendants.
In this life, wind and rain are by my side, my family and country are in my heart, and kindness is in my heart.
His name is Li Xiaoyao.
He is not a knight with a sword in the world, but a soldier who defends his home and country, a disciple who values love and justice, a gentle husband throughout his life, and an upright father, grandfather, and great-grandfather.
His story started with a handful of loess in Wutong Village, and slowly became the roots of a family over the years.
