When he left Longxi, he had a lock of his fiancée's hair sewn into his lapel and a copper hairpin entrusted to him by a veteran in his arms. Five thousand people left Juyan, and four hundred people survived. He was one of the four hundred and sixty - but he did not come back.
Fifteen years later, a Han man wearing a Xiongnu leather robe crossed the Gobi alone and headed towards the Han Dynasty. The soldier guarding the fortress asked him what his name was, and he gave him three words, and then asked: "Chengji County, how to get there?"
No one knows who he is. No one knows why a man who has a wife and family business on the grassland has to climb back through thousands of mountains and rivers.
Until he knelt in front of a barren grave and took out the lock of hair and the hairpin from his arms.
The hair is already withered and yellow, and the blood on the hairpin has long seeped into the copper, turning into a dark red flower.
The wind blew from the north, like someone crying or shouting a name.
No one knows what he experienced during his fifteen years in the Huns. No one knew why he stood at the door of the inn day after day, looking at the northern sky.
——There are some roads that you can't turn back after you've walked on them. Some people come back and never leave again.
