The empty moraine is boundless, and the Yangguan road is thousands of miles away. The horses are rustling, the people are leaving, and the long clouds are sad.
The mixed-race boy with untied hair is wandering alone in the desert. His eyes are like obsidian, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, his face is like the first snow, but his heart is covered with rain and sleet, and his eyes are covered with frost.
What greeted him were two hands - a pair of thick calluses covered with weapons, but modest and gentle, like a father and a brother;
The other pair shone with the color of wheat under the sun, but they were arrogant and arrogant, like a leopard or a wolf, infatuated and fanatical.
Which pair is his destination?
Moon over the mountains, clouds over the Qinghai, snow on the plateau, thousands of miles of sand, lush fields, brown and black robes, saddles, bridles, swords and arrows, two people and one horse, looking for their respective comings and goings...
(Not long, new writing style, welcome comments and advice)
Purpose: A mixed-race boy whose young heart has been hurt by life and whose childhood has been ruined grows up and finds his destination on the border.