Xing Zhaochao boarded the westbound green train without any specific plan.
There is no clear destination, I just want to go as far as possible.
Originally she just wanted to take a look, but at every station and every dining table
On the way, I was filled with kindness from strangers. And looking at these
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In ordinary encounters, there are always some unusual moments.
A flash of shadow in the eyes, a place name buried behind the years
Past events always made her feel that this journey might be more than just a coincidence.
It seems like someone is waiting on this road. It seems that this road is heading west, starting from the beginning
It was not her choice to start.
This is a road trip across more than half of China, and it is also a slow journey.
Slowly unfolding, gentle and strange self-discovery.
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Concept: Every stranger's dinner table comes alive bit by bit. Some encounters were coincidences, while others seemed like someone had been waiting for her on a certain road for a long time. This is a journey about self-reconstruction. When you are no longer in a hurry, the road begins to take you home.