Baiheishan, Zhima Village.
The older generation often said that a mountain is a mountain and the sea is a sea. The place you have never left is called a burial place. You will always come back.
Anhenye chose to stay here. The muscles and bones in the weaving field connected the rivers and the sea, and the high mountains in Guihong trapped and surrounded the people. This place has been wild and wild in the past years, from the Sankang area to the colonial period, and now it is a heart point on the national border.
She had faced the flames of war since she was born, and some people celebrated their liberation, but that was Crow Town dozens of miles away. The towering buildings finally passed through the white mountains. The black mud was filled with the flesh and blood of the earth. They faced each other across the mountain, but they were divided and trapped by the times.
This place has human trafficking, arms smuggling, and the sound of machines running day and night with wheels pricking people's flesh, blood, and sweat. This place is the annihilation of thousands of unyielding souls.
Finally, the mountains opened.
An Heye came to the intersection of the heart again. She was no longer stained with blood for her evil deeds. When the first firecrackers went off in Crow Town this year, she had to go to an appointment.
Because... There are old friends far away who I miss.
Intention: Accept that everything goes against your wishes