When the spring breeze passes over the hills,
I can still feel the cold,
But it can't stop the yearning for warmth.
The death of my last relative, my grandfather,
Zhu Yi suddenly lost the direction of his life.
He moved to Qili Town,
Go to the life you long for.
Essentially, it's a short story about a few ordinary people.
(There are quite a few realistic reference factors.
I'm not very good at writing stories.
It may be very confusing,
The protagonist is someone I really want to be)
Intention: light but never tired