At the beginning of the season, I recalled the water town of that year under that tree more than once. On the thick and thick trunk, there were some unknown vine branches crawling, climbing along the trunk to the crown several meters high. The sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves, reflecting the vast green.
Ji Chu sat down and raised his head. His eyes were dry and painful, but he couldn't shed tears.
In the dazzling sunshine, she seemed to be back in the large mist by the Qingshui River. In her ears, she heard the sound of waterbirds flapping their wings, which echoed and expanded by the empty bridge, and the gentle moans of the wicker chairs.
The memory ends abruptly here.
"Papa" the unknown liquid fell beside him, "Pap-pap" two more drops landed on the back of Ji Chu's hand. Through the gaps in the leaves, dark clouds gathered one after another, and the raindrops mixed with the dust in the air, ruthlessly shattering the delicate coat of the leaves.
Can't cry... Absolutely... Can't cry.
Ji Chu buried his head between his knees and bit his lower lip, but his face was clean with no traces of tears. That kind of emotion grew and spread uncontrollably, quickly occupying Ji Chu's brain.
Can't cry.