Gunshots from Siyakou

Deep in the dense forest shrouded in the cold moon, Gu Zhengcai's small hut is like a lonely outpost, guarding the peace of the place. On the way home, the gentle figure of his fiancée Xinghua appeared in his mind. Her concentration in mending his clothes and her laughter while sharing the meat of the muntjac were the warm sunshine in his tired life.