On the seventh day of recording of the reality show, a flash flood destroyed the ancient temple in the middle of the mountain.
Four sixteen-year-old high school students wake up at the end of the same dynasty, but are thousands of miles apart.
When Lu Ye opened his eyes, he was in the pile of corpses in Northern Xinjiang, and the cavalry was rummaging through the corpses one by one; Gu Chenzhou was trapped outside the disaster-stricken village, with more than 300 mouths waiting for food to be cooked behind him; Shen Zhixia was given a ten-year contract in Nanpu business; Lin Xiaoman guarded a well in the epidemic village, with only a tourniquet and two first-aid training sessions.
No system, no backer. Of the few things in the four hiking bags, use one less thing: the mobile phone will go out, the binoculars will break, the lighter will run out of gas, and the medicine bag will eventually be used up.
Lu Ye found a way to survive from the terrain and traces, dismantling the fencing he had practiced for seven years to the farmer who was holding a gun for the first time; Gu Chenzhou distributed food according to head, sick, and worker, and posted every account on the wall; Shen Zhixia relied on bills, deadlines, and secret notes to establish rules on the trade route that no one could rely on; Lin Xiaoman did not dare to call himself a doctor, and only taught the next person about boiled water, stopping bleeding, and debridement.
Sixty-seven days later, the two men recognized each other first. The rest are still on their way.
Ten years later, Da Qian died. When the four teenagers stood at the gate of the old capital, they realized that what they wanted to protect was never just a way home.
