Old News from Mangbei

In the wild Guandong, the north wind is like a knife. A dusty old house, a yellowed "Ode to Heaven and Earth". I looked through the medical books, calligraphy and paintings, and formation diagrams left by my grandfather, and got a glimpse of the bloody past behind him that was deliberately buried and entangled with the fate of the family and the country. When the torrent of the times rolled in, when the grievances of the old world made their final cry in the new world... I realized that what my grandfather left behind was never just about saving people.