Withered vines, old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing water, people live in small bridges and flowing water. The first time the 17-year-old Ling Dang saw the 19-year-old Bei Fenglin was under a willow tree. The young man standing under the tree looked at Ling Ding with a willow branch in his mouth and a ruffian look: "Child, I don't think you are from our village, you are from the city!" Lingdang clutched the suitcase tightly with both hands, her ears under her hair were reddish, and she said, "Yes, yes, I am here to go to school." He felt his ears were going numb when he listened to the little girl's soft and waxy voice. For the first time, he had the idea of letting her cry under him. The voice must be very nice.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
