When he was nine years old, Ji Xu thought he was going to die. She huddled under the roots of a willow tree. Someone squatted in front of her and gave her a name.
"Starting from today, I will live my life again."
Later, she followed that man and walked for many years. In the poor days, they guarded two huts, a medicine cabinet, and an earthen jar that was filled and then empty. The mugwort and tangerine peel in the mountains and fields were drying season after season. There were some words she never dared to say out loud, and some things she could never keep.
Many years later, someone stood alone in the snow. She couldn't remember how long she had been waiting, nor how long she had to wait.
The preface is the beginning.
For some reunions, you must first learn to say goodbye.
Intention: I want to wait until an era can accept us, and love you unscrupulously.