The melodious sound of the flute came.

The breeze was blowing, and people were toiling hard. Cattle and sheep graze leisurely. Warm spring, birds singing and flowers. People live and work in peace and contentment, laughing and talking.

People look at the road to the mountains.

A young man playing the flute walked slowly. People stopped what they were doing and listened. The well-behaved family dog followed him, wagging its tail vigorously. The cattle and sheep fell down peacefully and fell asleep.

After a long time, the song ended, and the aftermath lingered.

Zhong Liye turned around and looked at the verdant mountains in the distance. The family dog jumped and ran away.

"Ye'er," before leaving, her mother earnestly instructed, "when you are homesick, take out the flute and play two songs." We will always miss your ......"

Zhong Liye put his mother's handmade flute on his cheek.

"Hold on to your knife," said the father kindly, "your grandfather, with you......"

He nodded heavily.

So he resolutely embarked on the journey.

Forty years later, he also accepted the mission, like his grandfather, to save the common people.

The clouds on the horizon were already rolling.

"Triumphant." Parents murmured.

"Triumphant, definitely." Zhong Liye muttered.

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