"Cangshi, I want to be the sun." The young man's smile was dazzling, reflecting the brilliance of the rising sun.
The boy called Cangshi lay expressionlessly on the grass, stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and whispered "Yeah", but immediately changed his tone: "You are so noisy, Tianhuo."
"You didn't drag me to watch the sunrise... You fell asleep on your own."
"Say it like it's not you who's clamoring to come..."
Many years later, the boy became the sun, at the cost of his freedom and the boy who accompanied him to watch the sunrise.
Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.