"Uncle Ye, what are your hopes for life?" Sang Fu stopped and asked seriously.
"I... Maybe there is. But I can't tell myself." Ji Kang looked down at his feet, frowning deeply, and then said after a moment: "Maybe there is not. Look at the sun rising and setting, the moon waxing and waning, you can go wherever you want."
Sang Fu sighed and said: "I just want to be a small person, not comparable to the sun and the moon. I'm just afraid that my hope will not become hope, and traveling is not the destination I want."
"Fu'er, no matter what, there are a group of friends here who are acquainted with you. They can't avoid the troubles, so they come to my mountain to relax. You are a small person, can't you be tolerated here?"
At that time, Ji Kang was only eighteen, and Sang Fu was sixteen. They were both innocent and romantic, fresh, elegant and like-minded. They were rare characters in the world. How do the two of them know that their future encounters in life will not allow them to roam around as they please.
"I, Cao Ying, just don't believe it, but I can't get the happiness I want even if I try hard!"
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, no matter how strong the wind or the rain, it seemed that they could not make them bow down. How can a daughter who doesn't know the hardships know how many people have worked hard to survive, only to end up with a lonely life?