Wedge
I came to Jin again, and it was the warmth of spring again. This is a prosperous city, but there are no flowers blooming. The beauty of April in the world is exhausted, and there is no peach blossom in the bustle of the world. The last time I came here was eleven years ago. The scene here has not changed at all in many years. It is still sunny and magnificent. Flags of wine shops are fluttering among the corridors. Girls sell flowers in baskets under the cornices and brackets, and children chase and play. Old people are fishing, men are farming and women are weaving, and the country is like a picture.
Jin is not my hometown. I was born in the Wu tribe in southern Xinjiang, but I don't look very similar to him in appearance. My friends used to joke with me that I have a good face. I am neither South African nor North African, neither West African nor East African. I look like a Chinese or a barbarian, but I have the mystery of the witch tribe. I only need to dress up and mix with all ethnic groups at will. When wars are ongoing on this border, it is very convenient to wander around. It is precisely because of this that I can travel around various countries at will and learn the strengths of each country.
Everyone in the world who knows me knows that I am a master from outside the world. I feel that I am just a vagabond, wandering all over the world. The world is so big that I don't know where to go. I also know that I am just a passer-by in this world. I can only watch people come and go on the stage of the times and sing their own plays, but I cannot be in the play.
I don't know why I came to Jin State. Maybe there is a certain destiny. The hand of God is playing with the chessboard of destiny all the time, and all living beings as chess pieces have no choice but to follow the fate of destiny. However, this time I had a premonition that a great change in the world was imminent, and new stars would rise slowly, bloom with brilliance and then fall. I just didn't know which people in this vast sea of people would correspond to the few lights in the night sky.
The story has begun, please listen to it.