It's autumn again.
Bamboo leaves rustled down.
"Father, today's homework is done." A male doll carved in pink and jade blew the ink and handed it to the table of the scroll writer opposite.
The man glanced at it lightly and said, "Not bad." When his eyes fell on the boy's clean handwriting, he felt a little stunned.
The boy said boredly: "Can my adoptive father tell me about my adoptive mother?"
When the man heard the word 'adopted mother', he lowered his eyes. His long eyelashes were as fine as flower stamens, and he suppressed all the troubles in his eyes.
He turned to look out the window, toward the bamboo forest, and said, "Want to hear it?"
The boy didn't expect that he would answer his question, and he shouted with excitement like chicken blood: "I want to hear it!" Later, he thought about the qualities his adoptive father taught him, and he regretted the words.
However, the adoptive father did not scold him, but replied calmly: "Okay."
Then, their story is about to begin.