——I would like to dedicate this to you, my Zhou Qingming.
After August, I became a drifting seed, following my lonely mother back to the city where I grew up. Reading, going to school, living, and meeting him.
I think this is really a long but cramped story. Where should I start? I don't know. What I only vaguely remember is that the morning when I met him, the sun was dappled, and he was really walking not far away from me. His clean back, warm footsteps, and smile so soft that it was crushed by the breeze. Almost every day and night since then, I have never forgotten the tall and lush white poplars and his quiet and dazzling shadow under the poplars.
His name is Lin Yixun.
Double woods, the meaning of meaning, the meaning of seeking.
I told Wanran that it was him.
Conception: