The World Travels

In the fifth year of Kai Rong, the prosperity of the new dynasty was like a thin layer of glaze, wrapped in the coldness of the embers of the previous dynasty. The iron ruler around Wang Hailong's waist was polished until it shined, and he fled south while protecting his younger brother who was holding a poem manuscript behind him. They are the remains of the stele with the word "" chiselled out, the "embers" that the soldiers want to wipe out, and the shadow of the price that was almost marked in the words "buy boys and girls" under the wall of Qingxi Town. The oilcloth bag in his arms was heavy, containing the secret records of the former clan and a child's final entrustment. To the south is Cangwu County, which has loose control and can hide fugitives. It also contains knives for "picking and cutting", accounts of human trafficking, and a "Mr. Su" who only knows his surname. The monk's sword by the stream shone coldly, half-cut swords floated in a pool of blood at the west end of the town, and the horse's hooves on the official road were always not far behind them - they were walking not on the road, but on the blade. But Wang Haiyin is still writing poems, writing about rain, writing about roads, and writing about his brother's back. Wang Hailong's iron ruler can not only block knives, but also occasionally split thorns on the road for his younger brother, and remove the ropes that bind the hands and feet of strange children. This world is a net for them to escape from, a shadow to hide, but it is also a path they have to go on. After all, the wind always blows southward, carrying the smell of blood and a little bit of the fresh air of vegetation, very much like the half piece of bloody jade pendant with the word "" stuffed into their hands by their mother before she died. ——"Travel to the World" is never about a smooth road, but about the world that two lonely figures stepped on step by step on the edge of a knife.