Zhu Wei casually threw away his finger, loosened his hair and walked forward——
The rainy season came late this year, and the sparse grass color cut off the post-war desolation. I don't know how long the fire burned. In the end, only a few clusters of unattended fire were left occupying the red walls and green tiles, eating away at the last glory of the beams.
As the eldest son of the subjugated country, Zhu Wei felt more relaxed than ever before. He folded the bamboo branches and tied up his hair at will, wearing green clothes and hiding in the sea of green bamboo.
"It's time to go home -" Zhuwei touched the wilted yellow bamboo leaves and said to herself.
Walking through the vast wilderness, stepping through countless hardships, like bamboos taking root for thousands of miles and dormant for hundreds of years, they can only find a place of peace. Before that, even though the rivers and lakes are dangerous, the mountains and roads are far away, and there are countless scheming and unknown truths in front of them, they can only go on——
Intention: Thousands of thoughts are a place of peace of mind