When he was fourteen years old, Lin Zhi sat on the roof and said:
"When the locust trees stop blooming, I won't be your aunt."
I didn't understand.
When she was eighteen years old, she knelt in the yard and waited for me to say a word.
I hesitated for two seconds.
She broke a pair of copper coins in half.
"We don't have that door."
When I was thirty-six years old, I saw her in a video by the West Lake.
"He remembered me. That's enough," she said.
I touched the half copper coin around my neck.
This time, I want to push the door open
Concept: What is further than blood ties is worldly vision