(Two male protagonists, in a vacuum, hiding in the snow [cáng] winter)
Jingzhuo is not like a handful of snow on a cold mountain. At least from the first moment Zhan He saw him, what hit his face was the sharp but not overbearing smell of cedars that can be seen everywhere on the mountainside of the snowfields.
The mountains are covered by heavy snow, and the small villages of the Xueyuan ethnic group, embraced by the rising Shenluling Mountains, warmly receive travelers who have nowhere to go.
Jing Zhuo, a cold-faced landlord who in Zhanhe's eyes is forced to live with himself, the "unlucky guy" trapped in the snowy mountains.
When we first met, a kind-hearted solitary man rescued a traveler who had fallen into the snowy field from the ice and snow and brought him home. He finally managed to keep the man alive and kicking, but then he encountered a blizzard, and even the snowfield man's own hound was unable to move in the biting wind and snow.
Zhan He, who was in a state of embarrassment, turned back halfway and knocked on the door of the hut, staring at Jing Zhuo who had just made dinner.
The hungry and cold travelers had no time to doubt the obviously wrong portion of the dinner. It was as if the preparer had determined the guest's return before cooking.
As they get along day by day, Zhan He gradually pieces together a real Jing Zhuo from his own personal experience and other people's descriptions.
On the gentle slope, Jing Zhuo was holding the sled and asking him if he wanted to try again under his guidance; by the stove, Jing Zhuo was gently applying grease to his dry, chapped face; at the door of the cabin, Jing Zhuo was putting on a fox fur hat for him, hiding the lingering Jing Zhuo in his eyes...
It was Jing Zhuo who, according to the old doctor at the foot of the mountain, had received education outside the mountains, was visionary and courageous, indifferent and stubborn, and rarely interacted with others.
On the eve of parting, Zhan He suddenly woke up from the unfailing look in that person's eyes. It turned out that long before he thought they met for the first time, the feelings born in this hazy place had already taken refuge.
"I will come back. Before spring comes in the snowfield, I will come to this land before it does."
We share the same heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth are vast and endless, and all things are endless.
Mission: Freedom and love cannot be let down
