When Shi Qiu was little, she loved to drink millet porridge, and her neighbor was named Gu Zigu. Her mother told her that millet is millet. So before Shi Qiu went to elementary school, he always called him Gu Zigu.
Gu Zigu always looked at her blankly, as if he didn't understand anything.
When he was 16 years old, Shiqiu had to move to another city because of his father's work. Before leaving, she hugged Gu Zigu's waist and cried miserably.
Shiqiu: Dense trees, fiery red pomegranate flowers, a dilapidated door with a broken window, and you with confused eyes, that was the kind of time I had.