[Tips for reading: This article uses the first person to tell the story, so please proceed with caution...]
Outside the desolate border town, a man in a white bamboo hat leads a white horse, shuttling between the yellow sand and the fluffy catkins all year round, seemingly looking for something.
The specialties outside the customs are yellow sand, dead grass and dead people left behind after the war. What is there to find! Are you here to find pain and temper your will? This statement barely makes sense!
Lin Xu once promised a person that in life, he could only guard Jingyue City; in death, he could only die on the battlefield and die in the city.
Life and death are all cities.
Fortunately, a storyteller came to Jingyue City that year, and the quiet years were no longer just yellow sand. She climbed into his room through the window in the middle of the night and listened to his stories all night long.
"Xiaosheng Su Zhou can carry Xu."
"Look at you as thin as a monkey. You can't carry me alive! The best you can do is take away my ashes after I die..."
"It doesn't matter!"
You spent the first half of your life moored. If I could find your bones in the yellow sand, I would spend the rest of my life taking you to the place you once said you wanted to go...
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Concept: A story told by a storyteller for a lifetime
