When Shen Huaian was seven years old, he rescued a white fox. After raising it for more than a month, the injury healed and the fox left.
Ten years later, he picked up an injured man in white in an alley. The man said he had nowhere to go, so Shen Huaian let him stay.
They made tea, played chess, couplets and antiphonal poems. The apricot blossoms bloomed and fell, fell and bloomed again. That man was good at everything, but occasionally he would look at him with a pair of light golden eyes, as if he was waiting for something.
Shen Huaian didn't dare to ask.
He vaguely guessed it, but he was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, this good day like falling flowers in the light rain would come to an end.
Then it really came to an end.
Intention: Don't dare to fall deeply in love, for fear of having a big dream.