The wind in Alatanpo carried the sweet fragrance of marigolds and woke me up.
The palm of my hand is the delicate skin of a girl, and my left hand is holding the woolen ring that my grandmother knitted before she died - and yesterday, I watched with regret as the boulder hit me. My father's diabetes worsened and he became blind, my mother died of depression, my younger brother was led astray by others, and the homeland where they had been grazing for generations turned into a dry desert.
After resurrecting my life, I tightened my grip on the shepherd's whip and swore an oath: protect my father's body, prevent my younger brother from stepping into traps, guard the springs and pastures, and never let the tragedy happen again! But fate threw a twist - Su Jingyan, an educated youth squatting beside the flowers, had clear eyes and my name was engraved on the title page of his notebook. He understands grassland plants, speaks Mongolian, and always happens to appear in times of crisis, as if he has already figured out my weaknesses.
I was wary that he was an undercover agent of the developer, but in the side-by-side confrontations, I discovered his secrets hidden under his identity as an "educated youth" and his protection that spanned life and death. It turns out that this rebirth was never my own salvation. When he opened the old newspaper clipping in his notebook - it was the profile of me protecting the grass in my previous life, I understood: some obsessions can transcend reincarnation and allow the two of them to make another agreement to protect their homeland in the morning light of Alatanpo.
Purpose: Protect the homeland of the grassland, inherit the cultural heritage, and spend the rest of your life with two-way redemption