On the white beach, a seventeen-year-old girl looked at the rocks on the sea in the distance. She picked up the flowers in her hand, put them on the tip of her nose, deeply inhaled the fragrance of the flowers, and then reluctantly scattered the flowers in her hands into the sea. She slowly turned back, looked at the old woman behind her and said:
"Is this the world he worked so hard to create?"
The old woman replied with melancholy: "Well, that's right, it's just that the powerful people changed the chessboard."
"Thank you for telling me his story. I remembered that a few decades ago, the sea was still out of reach. It's just..." The girl paused and saw the Jieshi in the distance. She was the only one who remembered his existence for decades. The girl made up her mind and said, "I decided that I will walk the path he took again and tell the world about his existence. He should not be forgotten."
"Young man, as long as you have this kind of heart, it will be fine. He never asks for any commemoration." The old woman looked at Jieshi and sighed.
"I really envy you for being able to stay with him all the time." The girl suddenly said.
The old woman's pupils shrank and the dusty memory was awakened again, and she remembered the first meeting with Zhou Cuo.
She was aloof, enjoying everyone's hot gaze; and he was like a humble ant, looking up at her face.
He was supposed to be an inconspicuous passer-by in life, but he changed because of an adventure.
