I am very happy to meet you, and I look forward to living a life of rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea with you. If we can't be together, please let me see you happy. After all, liking is a matter of one person, but falling in love is a matter of two people. If we can be together, I will cherish every minute and strive to hold your hand and grow old together. Some people ask why they like her. Is it the pure eyebrows and eyes she sees for the first time, the natural and comfortable feeling when getting along with her, or is it just because it's you? We meet, miss, meet each other's other person, experience life with or without each other's participation, and in the end, will we go around in circles together? This is a story about farming, grievances, and emotions traveling through an imaginary world. It's slow-burning and heartwarming. I'm not very good at writing an introduction, so I'll just make do with it.