My Heart Is Filled with Sand

In the spring, Tan Feiyu, who was depressed after her project was canceled, took a casual trip like others, and her destination was the Northwest. Unlucky for him, the weather was blowing sand. He ate a mouthful of sand as soon as he arrived at the gate of Mingsha Mountain, so he had to turn back in embarrassment and stay at the B&B to look at the dark yellow sky outside the window. When the owner of the B&B came to deliver the meal, Tan Feiyu was drinking and crying in the room. If someone is unlucky enough to get up and go to open the door, she would trip and fall, smashing the wine bottle in her hand. Tan Feiyu held the broken glass in her hand and cried harder. Seeing Tan Feiyu like this, the boss quickly took away the broken glass pieces from his hand. The boss spoke softly, and it took him a long time to say: "No matter what happened, don't think about it..." Tan Feiyu, who was dizzy after drinking, stopped crying and only stared at the boss's good figure that was vaguely visible under his thin T-shirt. I thought, Oh my god, what a big throw away. Traveling in the Hexi Corridor/writing books/maybe a little music Freelance book editor Tan Feiyu (sufferer) × drummer Shi Hanzhang (attack) of a band who does everything. Intention: The world is vast and there is great potential.