The year Li Qingyan met Jiang Lian, he gave him a little stuffed animal. White hair, white shirt, pink eyes. He said the puppets would accompany him.
Later he became Jiang Lian's family member. Every spring, Li Qingyan would make a bottle of green plum wine and put it on the balcony, waiting for Jiang Lian to come home and drink it together. He left a white shirt to Jiang Lian. The first button was right, as if it had been buttoned for him all mornings in the future.
Li Qingyan went to a distant place. Jiang Lian stayed where he was. There was green plum wine on the balcony, a white shirt hanging in the closet, and the little stuffed animal in his pocket. Every summer, he would buy a basket of bayberry, put three of them on a small plate, carry it to the balcony, wait for the wind to take away the fruity fragrance, and then take away the plate.
He remembers him. The wind remembers him. The first button of that white shirt is still right to this day.
There is someone in the distance. There is light here.
Idea: He went to a distant place, and the puppets guarded the spring for him.