Engineer Meets a Thousand-Year-Old City

When I arrived in Qianzhou with my five-year-old daughter, she pointed at the stone lion and said: "Mom, there is an uncle crying inside." I thought she was childish, until we read on an ancient stele from the Song Dynasty, I saw the name that my grandmother had carved forty years ago. Since then, engineers' drawings have drawn underground labyrinths, The daughter's childlike words attracted the soul of a thousand-year-old hero. When she was five and a half years old, she became the only key to cracking the chess game. I discovered that this protection across time and space has long been engraved in my blood.