(A short story)
Qi Shu and Qiao Huai had met long ago, when they were still children.
Qi Shu vaguely recalled that when he was six or seven, his aunt had brought a boy about his age to the Qi household.
That was the first time he had met Qiao Huai.
But that had happened many years ago. No matter how hard he tried to remember, he could only recall a vague outline.
"But I remember that the first time we met as children, you gave me an apricot blossom," Qiao Huai said.
"If you ever feel lost, just look at this apricot blossom. Like you, it doesn't know where it will end up, but in the end, it will find a place to call home."
The apricot blossoms swayed in the wind, drifting from Lin'an toward the capital, then falling in Jinling. If you ask where the journey ends, wherever the heart finds peace is home.
Theme: The struggle against oppression in one's era
The storyline is very good! The writing is also good! Come on come on
The first version will kill you if you don't open it hehe