[Osmanthus fermented rice with iced milk, three-point sugar~] Cool and reserved lawyer Shou & gentle and outgoing captain Gong [The eldest lady from a bookish family (a bit white and black) & the same person on the outside but with double standards]
In the south, trees grow, and their names are trees; streams flow for years, and people live around the trees.
In 2014, the days in the south of the old city were wandering. The sycamore flowers bloomed, which was the beginning of an unclear love. The falling leaves of the sycamore tree was a long-premeditated accident. The sycamore tree's resurrection was a thousand-year grudge and unavoidable mission.
"To be launched in the spring, to be buried in the winter." It turns out that the fate has been written long ago, and the destiny is determined by the sky. This is the world of the line.
Ten years later, the autumn atmosphere in Nanjing is getting stronger. Lawyer Ye Cimu returns to the city alone. Although the parasol trees are standing, his heart is empty. Captain Lu Qianxi landed in his hometown, and a pool of stagnant water finally flowed away. Is it the tree's self-sacrifice or the two's cherishment of each other?
The "Nan Nan" blurted out during the master's banquet tore open the scars that had been sealed for many years.
A Hello Kitty band-aid in the bathroom expresses unspoken thoughts.
We are all covered with scars over the years, and only after we go round and round do we understand:
The red thread that could not be dismantled back then still tightly binds the trees and the stream ten years later.
Welcome to the world of threads, where everything has animism. This is the first volume, so stay tuned!
Purpose: growth, justice
