In that era, too many people left, too many people stayed, and too many people died. For those who survived, living itself was a kind of salvation.
Later, he lived for a long time, so long that he could not remember many things - but he always remembered that on December 12, 1977, the soil on the new grave in the back mountain was still wet.
Concept: People are all products of their background, and regrets are human nature