The Warm and Humid Air from Qingbohai Cannot Blow into Wushang

It is forty-six thousand miles from Qingbohai to Wushang. Most people in Wushang have never seen the sea in their lives, and they don't know what it feels like to be blown by the sea breeze. Gu Zhili thought that he had adapted to Cezanne City, thought that he could start a new life here, and thought that he could spend his life safely. But the facts tell Gu Zhili that the warm and humid air from the Qingbo Sea cannot blow into Cezanne City. When I arrived at Cézanne City from Gu Zhili, I was like the warm and moist air current from the Qingbo Sea, heading north to destroy myself. But the death of the warm and humid air makes the north wind that is always mixed with sand and soil in Wushang City even more severe. "I just want to live, live freely..." The desperate Gu Zhili led Qiao Yu towards the Gobi. A loud bang in the Gobi was like a salute to celebrate the new life. Far away in the ranch at the foot of Bogba Mountain, the 16-year-old Mulie Elimi looked at the slowly rising clouds in the distant sky with a big belly, and couldn't help but sigh: "It would be great if I could be like that cloud." The trumpet of freedom calls out to the departed heroes. He descends like a god and sweeps across the entire Cézanne. The free people follow the hero to seek liberation. Red blood spreads to the deserted beach, and dazzling flowers bloom one after another on the tree of life left behind by the receding river. Ushang is finally liberated, but the fire of revenge ignites the tree of life, and the red flowers will turn to ashes in the fire. Gu Zhili captured Wushang, but he didn't know how to vent his anger for his humiliated deceased wife. War once again swept across the land of Wushang. A fire without fuel is destined to perish in the world.