"My name is Zhou Ye, the wild child of weeds. My mother said I am a wild child that no one wants."
Zhou Ye has a cold temperament, and even his friends are asked to call him Zhou Ye. Later, one person refuses to listen and keeps calling her A Ye.
Zhou Ye looked at the orange full moon in the sky and said to the people around him: "This time next year, let's come here to see the moon again."
Cheng Bu smiled and said, "Sure."
Concept: wild grass
