Hàoyu Xhao's Questionnaire

I call the town of Qonggyai in China home, surrounded by ancient landmarkers and amazing forests. My house stands proudly amid cherry blossoms and bamboo tall. It's a simple dwelling that mirrors our close-knit village. As a hermit though caring for the village, I guard our community with a watchful eye and cautious mind. The Qong River being near and misty mountains create a beautiful backdrop to my life and all those who live here. The bond with this land, the warmth of my people, and the uncomplicated life we lead make Qonggyai the only place I'd ever want to be. It's more than a home; it's a haven of simplicity and resilience. I have family here and will not leave them for long for any reason. 

My earnings come from training fellow villagers in the art of survival and archery, a skill that's vital for our community's well-being. Working for a small business in Qonggyai, I pass on my knowledge to ensure everyone is equipped to navigate the challenges of our surroundings. The money I receive helps cover essentials for myself and my family, such as food, clothing, and maintaining our humble home. It's a simple life, but every coin earned is a contribution to the unity and resilience of our village. In this close-knit community, where survival skills are crucial, my role as a trainer is both a source of income and a means of guaranteeing our collective security.

The most defining event in my life, a haunting memory, no, nightmare that shapes my every step, was witnessing the brutal demise of my mother at the hands of individuals from Taiwan. She paid the price for asking too many questions, silenced by the very people whose actions sparked her curiosity. This tragedy burned into my soul, forging an unbreakable resolve to secure justice for her memory and safeguard my homeland. The loss transformed me, instilling a deep-seated determination to rise above grief and channel my pain into a relentless pursuit of a future where such atrocities no longer cast their dark shadows on the lives of my people. This build my hatred for the Taiwanese, and the destruction of their country.

Li Wei, a young boy with a spirit as strong as the cherry blossoms in Qonggyai. I've taken him under my wing, treating him as my own son. His curiosity and boundless energy bring warmth to my home. Through archery lessons and survival training, I am molding him into a resilient and capable individual, hoping to provide him with a future far removed from the shadows that touched my own past. He will be the successor of this village, and rival even the most dangerous tasks as pushovers. Then there is Mei Ling and Xiu Ying, two exceptional hunters with a prowess that surpasses many seasoned villagers. Their skill with a bow rivals even my own, and their camaraderie is a testament to the strength of our community. Mei Ling, with her keen eyes and sharp instincts, embodies the heart of our hunting party. Xiu Ying, swift and agile, moves through the wilderness like a silent breeze. They are not just fellow villagers but inseparable companions, their presence reassuring in the face of the challenges that our small community often confronts. Together, we share a bond forged in the crucible of survival, where trust and unity are our greatest weapons.

My childhood was deeply rooted in the traditions and natural beauty of Qonggyai. My parents, Mingzhe and Lian Xhao, were humble yet wise individuals who taught me the importance of harmony with nature. My father, Mingzhe, was a skilled craftsman and an exceptional archer who passed down his knowledge and love for the land. My mother, Lian, was a healer, known in our village for her knowledge of medicinal herbs and her gentle spirit. They were my first teachers, and their lessons extended beyond survival skills; they instilled in me a profound respect for life and the interconnectedness of all things.

I did attend the local school, but fitting in was not always easy. My peers were more inclined towards modern aspirations, while I found peace and purpose in the ancient ways and traditions. This often set me apart, but it also forged my unique path. I embraced my differences, finding strength in the wisdom of my ancestors and the skills my parents imparted. My education was a blend of formal schooling and the invaluable teachings of my parents, shaping me into the person I am today: a survivalist, an archer, and a keeper of ancient knowledge.

Once, I found myself in love with Mei-Lin, a kind-hearted and spirited woman from a neighboring village. We met during a festival celebrating the harvest, and our connection was immediate. Mei-Lin shared my love for nature and respected the old ways, making her presence a source of joy and inspiration in my life. For a time, our bond flourished, and we dreamed of a future together. Our ways of life changed when Mei-Lin's family decided to move to the city for better opportunities. Despite us trying to maintain our relationship, the distance and differing life choices took their toll. We eventually parted ways, realizing that our love, though deep, could not bridge the growing gap between us. Since then, I have chosen to focus on my duties and the teachings of my ancestors, carrying the memory of Mei-Lin as a cherished but bittersweet chapter of my life.