(Short story)
Qi Shu and Qiao Huai had met a long time ago, but they were still young at that time.
Qi Shu vaguely remembered that when he was six or seven years old, his aunt brought a boy about his age to Qi's house.
That was the first time he met Qiao Huai.
But that was already many years ago. No matter how he recalled it, he could only recall an outline.
"But I remember that when you and I met for the first time when we were young, you gave me an apricot blossom as a gift." Qiao Huai said.
"If you are confused, just take a look at this apricot flower. It is just like you. You don't know where it will go, but in the end, you will find your destination."
The apricot blossoms are swayed by the wind, rising from Lin'an, drifting to the capital, and falling to Jinling. If you ask where it will end, this place of peace of mind is my hometown.
Purpose: Fighting against the oppression of the times