Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are just a game of chess. Some people are players in the game, while others are spectators.
People in the game are walking on thin ice, fearing that one misstep will lead to eternal hatred.
People watching chess have no desire at all, but they don't know that they have already fallen deeply into it.
In this life, it is a blessing to have someone by your side, but unfortunately I am not lucky enough to have you. I have to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup with you under the Naihe Bridge, leaving half of the memories and half of the regrets, and hand in hand to survive the catastrophe of reincarnation.
It doesn't matter that he has great wealth for employment and delicacies for food. With a long-term companion, mountains and rivers are my home, and a cup of coarse tea can also warm my belly.