Hundreds of Rivers Go to the Sea Together

I hesitated for a long time before writing this story. Nowadays, online writing emphasizes on being explosive at the beginning, being slapped in the face in three chapters, and becoming a god in ten chapters. Readers are becoming less and less patient, and the author's pace is getting faster and faster. It tastes like compressed biscuits, one bite is filling, but tasteless. I miss the time when I first read online articles. At that time, the protagonist would squat on the hillside watching the afternoon clouds, his eyes would turn red for a bowl of hot soup, and he would clench his fists and say "I don't accept it" on a rainy night - not to show off, but because it really hurts. Stories at that time were like boiling soup, simmering slowly and getting thicker as it went on. So I wanted to write a story like this. Su Chen is a young hunter at the foot of Qingniu Mountain. He is very strong and has a strong temper, and ten oxen can't get him back from what he believes in. Dad said, hold back your strength and be patient when things happen. He listened. Until the people from Heifeng Village broke into the village and Old Wang knocked on the threshold with a muffled sound, Xiaocui said with red eyes, "They looked at me the same way as the people in Liushu Village." Only then did he realize that the knife on the head of the word "forbearance" always cuts the person who is "forbearance". The blue birthmark on the chest as big as a pigeon egg has been covered tightly by my father since I was a child. Even if it is rotten in the stomach, no one can see it. Until he stood at the edge of the old forest and heard something calling him from deep. This is not a story that starts with invincibility. The protagonist will feel pain, be afraid, and watch things happen but can do nothing about it. His golden finger will not pop up and give out gift packages on the first day. His road must be walked step by step and the mountains must be climbed one by one. But I promise, when he really stands up that day, you will join me and say with red eyes: "This kid, it's not easy." ——Written to you who are still willing to read a story slowly.