In that season, there was a breeze, a sunset, and a rippling stream, but you were never seen again.
Spring marks our story as unfinished.
''Hey, Song Chengan, what do you think of me. ''
''How about what? ''
''Fine. ''
''I think you are very, very good. ''
''Qi Ye, we will be together forever, and no one can separate us, do you understand? ''
''Good. ''
''Then it's settled that I'll be hung on a hook for a hundred years, and I won't be allowed to change. Whoever changes will be a puppy. ''
Concept: The spring breeze blows the young man's heart.