On the day she returned home, Shen Ning couldn't find the road. The July wind seemed to be coming out of a steamer. Sitting in the red tricycle, Shen Ning apologized awkwardly, "Master, I don't think this road is right. I have to go back."
After going around and around, he finally saw fragments of the merit monument in the ruins. The names on it were still in vermilion. Shen Ning remembered the day when the main road in Shenjiazhuang was built when he was a child. Anyone who donated money could leave their name on the merit monument at the entrance of the village. But now he doesn't know where the people on the monument are.
Intention: Being in panic all day long, unable to be complacent
Sir, can we discuss something?