The Tin Man from the Shire

His name is He Liuzhao. He has black hair and blue eyes. He is less than six feet tall, but he can pull nine oxen and choke a galloping horse. In his whole life, he only guarded the palace gate for the mad king, blocked the sword for the dying dynasty, knelt under the Danqi for most of his life, and watched generations of kings turn into beasts. Before she died, my mother said: Don't become a beast. He kept it for fifty years and kept it. On the day the city was broken, he pushed the enemy down into the fire. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a piece of green grass - there was an unfamiliar blue sky above his head, and the smell of cooking smoke and earth was on the tip of his nose. This is Shire. A hobbit named Mullin Brandybuck took him home. He didn't know what "afternoon tea" was and couldn't understand the language. All he knew was that those furry hands were warm when he held them. He spent half his life fighting for the unworthy. This time, he just wanted to live for what it was worth.