When Wu Ming stood on the board carrying a drawing board and a few pieces of rough paper, the boatman, who had been silent for a long time, finally looked at Wu Ming's face as he placed his gaze on the oar.
"On the south bank of the North Country, Qilian Mountains."
The boatman's eyes moved slightly, just like the sparkling sea waves at sunset.
He stood up and grinned: "Your Majesty, you're ready."
A long shout startled the geese on the shore and scattered in the sky.
It seems to herald the end of an apocalypse and the arrival of a new era -----