She is a cloud.
He still remembered the yearning for her mother in her eyes and the reddish corners of her eyes when she mentioned his name. "My brother said that my surname is Yun, after my mother's name, and my name is Yun Tong. My mother said that Tong means rising clouds and mist. She hopes that I can swim freely and freely like clouds." After taking a breath, she smiled at him as if she was suddenly relieved. "But mother is no longer here."
He is bamboo.
She still remembered that when she teased his name, he rarely blushed and felt at a loss. "Why are you called Li Xizhu? It's such a vulgar name. Wasn't your mother a young lady from a scholarly family before? How could you tolerate your father having such a vulgar name?" "Because my mother suddenly gave birth to me in a bamboo forest by a stream on the way to worship Buddha." Hearing her wild laughter, he blushed more and more, and muttered: "Actually, I think it is vulgar too."