Because of a task assigned by the editor-in-chief, I stepped into Yonghe Village hidden in the folds of Ayun Mountain.
Here, the turbid air of the city seems to be completely filtered by the mountain wind, leaving only the purest goodwill and the oldest tranquility of mankind.
This is how I met Makino, that long-haired boy as solid as a green mountain and as delicate as flowing water.
The village chief said he was a gift from the mountain. And the softest corner of my heart was awakened by this boy who was as blazing as the sun.
"You have peach blossoms in your eyes, they are beautiful."
"Ah? Don't I see you in my eyes?"
"As long as people have enough food, clothing, and a stable place to live, they can live a good life. We can't understand you city dwellers at all. Is it really worth it to seek fame, fortune and money?"
The more I get to know Yonghe, the more I realize that this village seems to be a paradise built by someone to escape the cruel world. I know that I don't belong here, I should leave, I must leave.
The person who loves you will not force you to stay in his mountains, he will send you away with a smile.
But why, after I returned to the city where I had lived for more than twenty years, I could no longer sleep peacefully.
In the water, I want to go home.
[Reading Tips]
*First person perspective
*Non-Platonic
*No matter how strong the contrast in my settings is, I will still be gb, and if I am not mentally gb, I will not be mutual. Don't worry that I will suddenly rebel. . .
*Although the main CP is pure GB, this book is not suitable for mysophobia to read! Because I will insert other sexual orientations into the emotional lines of some secondary CPs, and gl, bg and bl may appear.
*I know very well that not many people can read my articles, so I'm really grateful that they can tolerate my primary school student's writing style. . . I just write to make myself happy. . Tonic hurts me and I apologize for everything.
*This is my first time posting in Jinjiang. I am currently in the state of a caveman traveling through the present world, waiting for me to study it carefully.
Intent: A story about dream soul and redemption. In the noisy reality, is there still a green mountain in your heart?
