The scorching sun shines on the desolate plateau, and the graceful figure of the Tibetan antelope jumps among the scattered shrubs. Cars pass by from time to time on the straight road, but no one gets out of the car to stop for a while in their longed-for holy land. There are holy legends and the reality of death here.
In the rear mirror of the car, you can see a man dragging his body with difficulty. It is a bad habit of the people to cause as little trouble as possible. A trail of black smoke spits out of the car, getting closer to the horizon. The man stopped, touched his sweat-soaked head and sat down on the ground. His true face was covered by his beard, and his strong wheat-colored body was wrapped in a tattered vest. When Jiang Yue opened his backpack, he found that he only had enough water and food for half a day, and all the medicine he had brought was used up. A roll of gauze was lying quietly inside. Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes as he stared at the deserted road. He had to get out of the grassland...
Many years later, when Rui Yiling saw the yellowed roll of medical gauze in the drawer, he wondered if he had not stopped the car at that time, would he not have had these entanglements and have been a rebellious and unruly young master of the Rui family?