"Brother Xiaoyou, is this story true?" The boy in blue shirt rested his chin with his hands and said thoughtfully: "Brother Xiaoyou is... Him...?"
"This is just a story," the man in white said with a smile: "Since it is a story, it must be a joke, and it must not be completely truthful..."
A story, but told in different ways, sad when told, happy when told. I watch one scene, and he acts out another. Infatuation has never been wrong, but I just don't believe it will grow old. Want to be ruthless, but suffer the pain of love.
"You want the truth, but can you afford it?"
"The story is better..."
When the pear blossoms wilt and all the dead leaves fall, it's late autumn again. Who else would be waiting under the tree, holding a cup of tea and whispering:
"The waning moon shines at night, if you don't drink blood, you won't return the sheath."