In the spring of the fifth year of Shaoxing, Fei Fu took a bowl of tea in a tea shop in Chengdu Mansion and started on the road.
At first, there were three or five township warriors who killed bandits in exchange for rewards and pledged goods to make a living. Encountering a village that had been massacred by bandits, he wiped out all the bandits and watched the people tremblingly bring out the remaining porridge. He waved his hand and said, "In these troubled times, you can keep your things."
He didn't drink the bowl of porridge. I traveled a long way and have never forgotten it.
The number of people gradually increased. She took in homeless people in the tavern, rescued people who were about to be executed on the grassland, and met people at the inn who could never return to their hometown. He went from Shu to a place that many people had not been to, and from his early twenties to the time when he had gray hair on his temples.
Someone asked him where he was going. He said he didn't know.
Someone asked him what he was planning. He couldn't tell.
He once got a white horse, which was all white, understood human nature and understood human language. The horse accompanied him from north to south, from the past to the future.
He has seen many people, killed many people, and saved many people. Some people scold him, some people miss him, and some people fall asleep over and over again at night.
He's still walking. Go until you can't walk anymore.
There is a road in this world. It starts from Chengdu and travels all over the world. After walking for thirty years, it has not returned to the starting point.
The white horse has been following him.
