I named No. 70 "Xu Feng".
Hearing the rhyme in the secluded stream, his heart follows wild cranes - I allow him freedom and allow him to see the outside world.
On the night of the escape, thorns pierced flesh and blood, and gunfire exploded behind him.
Before rolling down the hillside, I only remember his bright eyes, as if he had finally seen the stars after being trapped for too long.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital, and no one knew where he was.
The police said there was no trace of this place, but I remember his eyes.
From then on, wherever I went, I would look up at the sky - because that way, I could see him.
"Xu Feng, let me show you the outside world."
But you are no longer in the outside world.
Intention: Even if □□ fails to escape, loving and being remembered is a victory in itself
