Same Journey Home

Wu Ya didn't know where he came from. The old pharmacist said that he picked it up in the woods outside the town. There were no tokens in the swaddling clothes. It was just a naked child who didn't even cry. When he was fifteen years old, he was squatting by the stream to catch fish. Before the bamboo stick in his hand entered the water, the fish had already moved half an inch upstream on its own. Before he could reach the door of the old mute mother-in-law at the entrance of the town, she had already put the sweet potatoes in a bowl. People in the town said that this child was evil. He himself didn't know how to explain it - "I just felt it. The wind came to me first, and then to others." Later he found out that there was a spiritual seed in his body that had been broken for a long time. Later he learned that some "waiting" in this world has been too long, so long that the waiting itself has become a line. And he is the one who can see the line. So he started under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town and walked along a road whose name he didn't even know. He doesn't know what's at the end of the road. He only remembered what the old pharmacist said: "When walking at night, your feet should land first, not your eyes. Eyes can deceive, but feet can't." So he left. I walked all the way, through mountains, through wastelands, through forgotten villages and sleeping valleys. In the end, he discovered that every road he walked was doing the same thing—— Return the things that should not be forgotten, one by one. Different paths to the same destination