Qi Wang

Gentle, dedicated, gentle and warm × Born towards the sun, Su Wangshou Villages in the south are always soaked in soft moisture. The old kapok tree at the head of the village has been tall and tall for twenty-five years. Its branches are stretched out, like a pair of silent hands, holding up many cloudy and sunny circles. Deep in the shadow of the tree, a thin young man sits all year round. His name is Su Wang. Looking is looking at and longing for. Looking at a door that will never be opened to him, he longs for a tenderness that has been shattered into powder in his childhood. His father's scolding was his daily routine, his grandma's sweet-scented osmanthus cake was his only source of warmth, and this kapok tree was his secret base where he hid all his breakdowns and tears. When the tide of emotions was about to overwhelm him, he would stumble over and press his forehead against the rough tree trunk, pouring out his words silently over and over again. He thought it was just a monologue between himself and a tree. Until that rainy day. He had a big fight with his father, tinnitus and auditory hallucinations exploded in his mind, and the world was spinning. He threw himself under the kapok tree as if grasping the last straw, digging his nails into the bark of the tree, and his tears mixed with rain and hit the ground. Just then, a voice sounded. It was very light and gentle, like the melted snow water in early spring, flowing along the tree trunks and into his chaotic thoughts. "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Su Wang looked up suddenly, the shadows of the trees were dancing, and there was no one there. He thought that his condition had worsened again and that it was an auditory hallucination that he had imagined. But the voice stayed with him persistently and patiently, listening to him talk about the grievances that no one knew about, and his yearning for warmth, which was almost greedy. He became obsessed with this "auditory hallucination". Whenever his heart felt tight, he would rush to the kapok tree, like rushing to a date that no one knew about. He didn't know who the owner of that voice was, and he didn't know why it only appeared when he was the saddest. He didn't know that every time he "waked up" under the tree, it was not a dream. That voice has a name, Wen Qi. Habitat is a place to live and a place to return to. He was transformed by the aura of the kapok tree. He was the silent man who guarded this land for twenty-five years. He was also the man destined to hold up a sky where he could rest safely. This encounter that began under the kapok tree is a lonely soul's cry for help and a gentle guardian's response. When fantasy and reality intersect, when pain and healing go hand in hand, they will eventually find the direction called "home" in each other's eyes. This is a story about "dwelling" and "hope". Purpose: Write articles well and update articles every day