Ten steps away from the corridor, there is a dense green bamboo forest, one end is joyful, the other is lonely. The warm spring day printed golden light spots on the two people's flawless faces through the gaps between the branches and leaves. The woman's sweet silver bell-like laughter accompanied by the "rustling" of the bamboo leaves in the wind played a beautiful music called "emotion". But it had nothing to do with him. The figure hidden in the corner gradually dimmed. The slender fingers in the sleeves clenched and unclenched, and the joints turned blue and white. "When my mother was still alive, she took me to the place where she first met her father." The man in white clothes filled with snow and long hair like ink put the wine glass and said slowly, "The top of Qiongshan Mountain is vast with mist, and at sunrise the blue sea is full of gold. The scenery is quite magnificent." A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were gentle and affectionate, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Yaozhen: "I have never been there since my mother left. It will be her death anniversary in ten days. Will you go with me?" "Yes." Yaozhen agreed without hesitation. He carefully searched her clear eyes, but there were no ripples in the stream that he wanted. She probably just regarded this as an invitation between friends. The figure at the other end had already left when Yao Zhen said "yes", and her footsteps crushed the sigh that fell to the ground: I... I missed it after all.