Su Zhujiu is a stubborn person, and he never regrets what he believes in, just like a favorite toy when he was a child, no matter how old it is or how broken it is.
Old, she will still keep it well and like it as much as before.
As a child, Takeku liked sunflowers very much, so he often thought that he would have two children in the future, a boy and a girl. The boy would be called Xiangri, and the girl would be called Sunflowers.
Flowers bloom. Then she will plant large tracts of sunflowers with the man she loves deeply and her children, filling the mountains and fields with enchanting flowers.
This is Su Zhujiu's happiness.
A kind of happiness called waiting.
However, after ten years, she waited for the sun to come, but she never waited for the flowers to bloom.
Waiting, waiting, waiting makes me heartbroken.
At that time, Su Zhujiu often had the same dream, day after day, year after year.
Later, when she saw Xiao Yeze again, she realized that waiting was so ridiculous.
In fact, she was just waiting for a turn.
However, he is so stingy, even if he only looks back.
In that dream, Zhujiu forgot about waiting and learned to forget.
In that dream, the mountains and fields were filled with burning sunflowers, like the setting sun of blood, so painful, but also so beautiful...
From then on, there was no more tears in Zhujiu's eyes...