Deng Fian will never forget the tung tree in April, which bloomed alone in the mountain stream, with light purple and white scattered all over the ground, so beautiful that it was suffocating.
She left this land eight years ago and came back eight years later. He remained silent and only wore cloth clothes and a stack of bamboo hats, making it difficult for her to leave.
It turned out to be Rao Qingmei, his best friend. He had taught her to play the flute several times, but none of them was enough for him to bypass the sad tune and play with her hair.
The tung flowers that year were so beautiful. He also let her go, and she also let him stay.