I still remember that day, with the lonely smoke in the desert and the sunset on the Yellow River, the two people escaped from the lord of Sand Hidden City. The child lay on the back of the hunchback and asked the old man: "Do you love your hometown very much?"
"Yeah."
The old man replied. On the horizon where the sky and the earth meet in the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun spreads over the entire desert. The old man's soft eyes fell on the child.
"Because there is someone I love there."
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