During Those Years When I Was Surviving Among the People,

Introduction to "The Crosser" On a rainy night, the old street in the south of the city. A soaked girl knocked on Shen Du's door. She doesn't remember anything, she doesn't even know who she is. There was only a piece of paper on him with his home address written on it. Shen Du was the last person to cross the river. A craft passed down from our ancestors - to remove people's misfortunes from their lives and transfer them to other carriers. If you don't cross the river in vain, you will lose your life if you cross it. His father asked him to stop doing it before he died, but he didn't listen. He looked at her in a bronze mirror. What appeared in the mirror was not a human figure, but a well. Something black was bubbling at the bottom of the well. "You have been fed more than twenty years of misfortune," Shen Du said, "You are a created vessel." She was silent for a long time, and then asked something that he would never forget in his life: "Am I a human being, or am I a container?" He didn't answer. But from that day on, he was no longer just a crosser. He wanted to find the person who turned her into a container, smash the well, and seek an explanation for the 19th generation of the Shen family. She remembers nothing. It doesn't matter, he remembers it for her. She asked herself if she was human. He said yes - because the people who would ask this question are people. My name is Shen Du. I want to wipe out all the "misfortune" in the world!