Minesweeper: The plot is novel, maximum two updates per week, serious appearance and light content, the author writes Eastern fantasy for the first time* Don't read it if the copy is serious, the content is actually very soft and warm. This is a story about Yin Chao's search for self and memory. Beyond the loss of memory, across the changes of the times, and across the concealment of history. Huangquan is a beautiful place. There are always blue gleams floating around. The sky is neither bright nor dark, which allows people to see the direction clearly. The long-trodden mud has been trampled into a smooth path, extending forward without knowing the end. On both sides of the path are the same endless sea of flowers, half as red as fire, half as pale as paper, all planted with other shore flowers. Some people say that Huangquan Road is full of bright red Bianhua flowers. There are flowers but no leaves, no leaves but no flowers. The flowers bloom for a thousand years and the flowers fall for a thousand years. There are various poignant stories. But in fact, Huangquan's flowers are not only red. The red Hibiscus flower represents the call of hell and endless love. The white Hibiscus flower represents letters from heaven and endless thoughts. Both concerns are equally deep. Deeply buried in every traveler who walks on the road to Huangquan, the most imperceptible thoughts appear in the flowers on the other side. Longing, regret, sentimentality, and emotions that could not be vented during life are fully exposed on the winding path to Huangquan. "It's not over in life, it's not over in death. Why bother to meet in hell?"