Beizhengu

The last years of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Aken was escorted thousands of miles away to a bitter and cold place in the north. The refugees were displaced, the city walls were in need of repair, winter food was in short supply, and the garrison was brutal. Three to five prisoners died every day. He persisted by relying on silence and instinct, remembering the last dusk in his hometown in the residual warmth of the stove. Thousands of miles away, in a deep house in the capital, there was a girl named Afu, looking up at the same moon. The vicissitudes of history in the last generation. The story of the suffering of the people at the bottom.