Villages, deep mountains... The statue of Zakiram worshiped in the dilapidated ancestral hall is so dilapidated, and the school in the mountains and forests is so far away from the village. This land hides its own language and taboos. Enthusiastic villagers, an octogenarian grandmother who looks like a god, wild child Xiaoman, the harvest festival...
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"Mu Changying, do you remember what I said, my mother escaped from here."
"She gave birth to a child and got sick, but she still escaped. She didn't dare to escape for a moment."
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"Zhu Wanqing, it's not what you think at all, they are just..."
"It's just nothing. Can you do anything for money?"
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"Lin Furan, you are so sanctimonious."
"Village Chief, you can't slander me just because you don't get any benefits -"
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When the moon is full, it will be waning, and when the water is full, it will overflow. I just hope that everything will go smoothly and my life will be full.
Intention: Growth, Firmness, Tolerance