[Border Guardsmen & Grassroots Cadres]
This is an era torn by contradictions and tensions, and a stage where dreams and struggles coexist. Information is flowing like a torrent, and all aspects of the world are floating in it. Some people get lost in the hustle and bustle, while others choose to dig their feet deep into the ground and carve extraordinary things into ordinary coordinates.
Pei Huaizhen came from a small town, rode the east wind of the times, walked all the way through the clear blue sky above the wheat waves, walked through the poetic crescent moon swaying in the Yellow River, walked through the bustling meanderings of Beijing, and finally arrived at the humanistic romance on the streets of Europe.
And on another page of her life, Yu Jiang's name is engraved - that young man whose blood is mixed with dust and northwest wind sand. They met on the streets of a small town when they were twenty years old. They once stood side by side on the top of a mountain overlooking the lights of thousands of houses. Holding hands for the first time, hugging for the first time, the warmth in his palms and the steady strength like a rock, in her youthful years, far reassured her more than any words.
This is the best of times and the worst of times. Some people are chasing in the glitz, some are lost in the waves, but there are always some who never forget the way they came from and never lose their original intention. They are like two independent trees, their roots quietly connected deep in the soil, and the resonance of their heartbeats spans thousands of miles across mountains and rivers.
Now, the warp and weft of fate are intertwined again - those unspoken vows are still waiting for an echo in the wind; those partings that have not been said goodbye will eventually meet again at a corner. When Pei Huaizhen walked through the vastness of the world, Yu Xian was still the most solid starting point in her heart.
And their stories are waiting to be written into a new chapter at the next sunrise - about growth, about choices, and about those original aspirations that are still burning across mountains and seas.
Intention: Rooted in the nine ridges, eventually reaching the blue sky