I still remember that year, 2022, when the epidemic crazily hit a small town in my hometown of Inner Mongolia. That year, many factories shut down, many companies laid off employees, many students returned home to take online classes, many places were closed and silent, and many people who were far away from home were on their way back to small towns. The only characteristic of this small town is that it seems to have two big words "ordinary" written on every wall, but it has become the final destination for many people.
I was a junior in college that year. After two months of silence at school, I finally returned to the small village. Our family had to get together for a long time due to sudden reasons. We gathered in this small village where my father was born, my mother died, and I grew up with me. I don't know if it's because of this unenthusiastic gathering. This family, which is used to ignoring pain and kidnapping each other, ushered in the collision of youth, family affection and life. They hit this fragile family like a torrent, and it broke everyone's heart. Although I don't know why it comes, I know it will come.
Intention: Love is not about harm, love should be accomplished.