Many years later, when they stood on the bank of the long river of memory.
He bowed his head and saw his youthful appearance.
The past seems like a world away.
In Daobei, under the never-aging sky, the old locust trees still bloom year after year.
You can't go back to the past.
However, the ancient land of Daobei vaguely remembers their names: Chuanye, Zhang Junze, Nangong Yaya, Yin Yanyan...
Their laughter still echoes in that profound and vast summer.