In the middle of summer, cicadas chirp slightly on the willow trees.
If the breeze is like dandelions flying through the clouds, then this town is like a blue whale swimming in the sky, with summer on its head, gushing out relaxation and romance.
In the center of the town, there is a tall wooden statue enshrined with a ruddy complexion.
Countless stories intersect in this small town.
The backing of a small town, Chen Xianzhi likes it here.
He pointed at the town and said, "This town is called Chunhua Town."
He pointed to the mountain and said, "That mountain is called Qingliang Mountain."
"I know." Liu Ming said speechlessly.
Looking from under the willow tree, there is a big sign hanging on the back side of the street lamp ahead, which reads: "A boring life will be brought back to its original shape once in a while with a little color."
That was left by a depressed young man.
For some people, those gilded years will flow quietly in the blood, beating quietly with the pulse, and will never disappear for any reason.
At least that's what Chen Xianzhi thought, so he didn't like what the sign said at all.
Intention: Some people will always disappear in our lives, and some people are destined to appear and get to know each other when we meet.