There Is Rust Buried Under the Peach Tree

#Oriental fairy #traditional culture #suspense #growth #healing # #group portrait #warmth #slow heat --- The person who rescued him said three words: follow me. Shen Qing climbed out of the pile of corpses. An apostate broke off half a piece of bread and gave it to him. Later he discovered that the strides of the two men were exactly the same. A piece of wood was found in the ashes. There was a palm print on it and a part of the thumb was missing. Shen Qing recognized that hand—twelve years ago, the hand with the missing thumb handed over a piece of warm maltose. It's his mother. But she should have died in the fire in Qingshan Town long ago. The woman with missing thumb squatted outside the door all night. A peach leaf was left with one word engraved on it: East. Going east, the porridge has been warm for three years. The porridge cook said - your mother is waiting for you in the north. She said she couldn't walk fast. Shen Qing walked north. Three feet behind him, there was a person following. There were also a series of footprints dragged out in the snow, heading in the same direction. The peach tree outside Qingshan Town did not bloom even half a flower the first year after it was planted.