Author: An Ran Xiao Hun Forgot... Can't forget... Those Hong Kong films that belong only to us, deeply etched and integrated into our lives... Sent to our irretrievable youth, sent to our fading memories, sent to our once youthful and reckless golden years... Sent to the dying Hong Kong films, let's see it off all the way...
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Among the undulating mountains, a dark figure was leaping and weaving through the hills without stopping. Suddenly, this agile shadow halted, focusing his gaze on a solitary house in the wilderness below, a hint of smugness gradually appearing on his face...
He is Xu Wei, the male protagonist of this book, who has come for a mission. He isn't particularly tall, nor is he exceptionally handsome, but there is an unmistakable air of dignity and wisdom in his eyes.
However, his smile soon froze. Watching the occasional startled birds and beasts in the forest below, his brows furrowed together. After estimating the distance to the house below by squinting, he suddenly felt a headache!
The house was quite large, seemingly belonging to a wealthy family. But in broad daylight, there were no signs of human movement in the courtyard or around it, not even noise or cooking smoke. This was inevitably strange...