Thousands of years ago, Lu Fangweng looked at the long street filled with cars and people. He clenched the corners of his clothes with his skinny fingers: this steady smile on everyone's face was the light that he dared not hold on to in his dreams.
I stepped forward lightly: "Mr. Lu, okay, I am the city's volunteer guide. If you have any questions, I am willing to explain it to you in detail."
He asked in a hoarse voice: "The rest of my life is well. May I ask, what year is it now? Is the Central Plains... Still there?"
I answered: "This is the year 2025. The World Anti-Fascist War has been victorious for 80 years. The mountains and rivers of China have long been unified and there is no longer the pain of disintegration. We are separated from you by more than 800 years."
I quoted a few sentences from Musuli's works: "Don't scold, don't scold" (
Intention: The Central Plains is still there and the country is safe.