Ten days later, Woniu Village.
Nestled at the foot of the Qilian Mountains, the quiet and peaceful little village was still thriving with hardworking, honest villagers. Just like in the past, they hunted in the mountains, fished in the river, and lived a simple, happy life.
At noon, beside the clear, shallow river, diligent village women finished their lunches and, chatting and laughing, fetched water, washed dishes, and scrubbed clothes.
A melodious sound of a bamboo flute floated on the breeze. Grandma Liu, who was washing clothes on a stone by the river, subconsciously looked for the source of the music.
A black awning boat sailed downstream, with a dashing and elegant young man standing at the bow, gently holding a bamboo flute, softly playing it.
"Chirp chirp."
A Little Kingfisher circled above the boat, happily chirping.
Grandma Liu squinted her eyes, looking closely at the Little Kingfisher, and inexplicably felt a familiarity.
