Northeastern Mountaineers in 1985

The snow in Xing'an Mountains can bury people and also save them. Chen Yusheng was trapped in the forest and closed his eyes in the mudslide. When he opened his eyes again, he went back to 1985 - after the snow in the early tenth month of the lunar calendar, he was seventeen years old, his left leg was not lame yet, there was no scar on his small face, and his childhood sweetheart Xueer was still wearing big pigtails waiting for him to speak. In his previous life, he went hunting in the mountains, sold skins, engaged in foreign trade, became a billionaire, lost everything, and finally returned to the mountains helplessly. He didn't want anything in this life - he wanted this mountain forest, he wanted the two families to be together, he wanted the girl he couldn't hold hands with before he died. In this world, some people run to the city, while others are obsessed with money. Chen Yusheng was different. He carried a shotgun and a dog, and plunged into the wind and snow. The blind bear is scratching on the tree, the wild boar is bumping in the ravine, and the sable is wandering in the forest - they are all dishes in his bowl. People in the village said: This kid is crazy. Wang Xueer pursed her lips and smiled, knitting and taking apart the red sweater in her hand, taking it apart and knitting it again. Chen Yusheng stood in the snow with a bottle of water in his hand. The white breath he exhaled covered half of his face, and his eyes were as bright as blades. In this life, he will not chase the mountains - he will let the mountains chase him away.