When the wood becomes the boat, everything lost becomes the scenery.
Mom kept telling Mu Qian, that boy Qi Dafei, you just need to be friends. Sure enough, from childhood sweethearts to holding hands in youth, and then to silent strangers, later on, that man always had a soft face, and collected the sharpness and sunshine in his body. He seemed gentle but was difficult to get close to, and even if he didn't break up, he would never be seen. It is no longer something Mu Qian can match.
For Ling Ou, the young Mu Qian was a good playmate. He was willing to share all the toys and food with her. The young girl Mu Qian was the goddess of white moonlight. But when Mu Qian grew up, he was a useless person, reluctant to part with it, and keeping it useless. When men grow up, they learn to calculate a person's value, and feelings have become the spice of life.
In the secular time, we care about gains and losses, gain a lot, and give up a lot. Later, we discover that what we thought was dispensable turned out to be so crucial, and what we thought could become eternal turns out to be so fragile and short-lived.
Only by crossing oneself can one cross others. After many ups and downs, Mu Qian finished drawing his own dots, but found that the one he couldn't let go of was not himself...