A young man in a light blue silk robe sat on a pear wood grandmaster's chair. He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a youthful and handsome face. His figure was slender like a willow tree, his right hand propped under his jaw, his eyes slightly lost as he gazed at the rising blue smoke from the incense burner in front of him.,“We couldn't determine the origin. Last night, a heavy rain suddenly appeared in the back garden. In my belongings, I found a strange object with this person's portrait on it, claiming to be Zhao Jun, born on February 15, 2000. The back also wrote "People's Republic of China Resident Identity Card...",It's a pity that the heavy rain yesterday caused landslides, washing away the road down the mountain. Otherwise, even if the village head objected, he would have gone down the mountain to get checked at the hospital, no matter what.。