The wind in southern Fujian always carries the warmth of old wine.
Su Fengzhou thought that he had already buried his seventeen-year-old heartbeat in the mountains and seas, until the aroma of wine filled his nose again, dragging him back to the summer when cicadas chirped noisily - Su Fengjin's smile, the lamp of the old house, and the unfinished sentence "I'm waiting for you."
Now that he is following his memory, old memories come flooding back to the sound of the bus announcing the stop in Hokkien.
It turns out that some care has always been hidden among the cups, waiting for someone, waiting for a reunion.
Purpose: Anti-feudal thought