The world of mortals is rolling thousands of feet, which is the secret in it, the immorality in it, and the delusion that a fire bursts out from the heart of the earth and burns away the snow on the mountains in northern Xinjiang, leaving you alone, a piece of white, turned into a moon in the palm of your hand, and tears in your eyes.
"Xiao Gu, can I hug you?"
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——He is the most unpopular prince in Yi'an City. It is only because his mother is mute and his father was framed by the queen that he and his mother had a child. He was unruly and wanton, but in fact he just wanted the man on the throne to turn his head and look at his mother and son.
He wanted a home, a home with a father and a mother.
——He is the humblest grass on the border of northern Xinjiang. His mother died young, and his disabled father who was retired from the army found him a stepmother. Because his family was poor and life could no longer be maintained, the stepmother poisoned him and forced him to go to hell with his family. He escaped by chance and left the city in despair. He almost died in the west because of falling into the water. When he opened his eyes again, he thought he saw the Bodhisattva who had descended to earth.
After that, he had a home, a home that he had no ties to by blood, but one that he would always be attached to.
"I promise you that I will never let go of your hand again. You will never be without a home. Wherever I am, you will be home."
Intention: Home is where you are.
