Acheng

The man came alone and asked others to call him Acheng. The wind from the border blew up his empty left sleeve, his temples were as gray as the day he first met, and the corners of his eyes were worn by the wind and sand to create deep ravines. No one knows why this wandering wanderer settled in this remote town and even chose this place to live in seclusion for the rest of his life. PS: A short martial arts style article ordered by a friend, from the perspective of the male protagonist. This is my first time trying this kind of subject matter. Any corrections are welcome. Purpose: Leave the past to the wind and serve the country with one's own body