When he was seven years old, he made two bamboo flutes. One was given to Jiang Xu, and the other was given to the master.
Jiang Xu's blowing is worse than killing a chicken, but he wears it around his waist every day. Master accepted it and said nothing.
Later, Jiang Xu died and the flute returned to him. Later, when his master died, he retrieved his own from the dark grid.
He gave Jiang Xu's flute to Ah Qi. Ah Qi also played badly, but smiled happily.
Later Ah Qi also died.
He walked to a dead plum tree, placed two bamboo flutes beside him, and closed his eyes.
The next spring, a flower bloomed from the withered plum.
Very small and very white.
People passing by said that the tree had been withered for many years.
Purpose: Throughout life, one must learn to distinguish between those who deserve tenderness and those who do not.