Summer in Zenjiang is boring and long.
Song Xingyao heard the sound of gongs and drums on an ordinary afternoon.
He followed the sound and walked into an old alley and into an ancestral hall called "Heyi Hall". There are old banners that are more than a hundred years old, a shiny green brick floor, and a man who talks very little but has a steady hand.
His family lacked nothing. What he lacks is someone to help him when his legs are shaking.
Later someone asked him: Why did you plunge in?
He thought for a while and said: Over there, someone will only ask me if I will come tomorrow.
——This is a story about "waking up".
It's about a young man who feels empty in his heart, and a group of people who make him feel full.
Intention: When the lion wakes up, it is the lion that wakes up, and it is also a human being. A young man whose heart was missing a corner quietly filled up that corner in an old ancestral hall that was more than a hundred years old.
Use sweat, use pain, use "do it again", and use a group of people who don't care where they come from.