I wanted to escape from the small town where I grew up, but in the end I found that what I couldn't escape was my heart.
The green radish grows wildly, the cicadas chirp hoarsely, the time in the small town is long and leisurely, but there are thousands of rumors and rumors.
Smoking, drinking, fighting, and not doing his job, the fifteen-year-old Xiao Yimiao did not miss anything. But the craziest experience in his life was that he rebelled and ran away, and he was in such a mess that Shi Qing noticed.
What is the purpose of those who are clear in time? Love and hate are clear, and there is no resentment or regret; the wind goes straight up, carrying thousands of stars.
Xiao Yimiao, why? Trapped in the past, there is nothing to hate; falling into the abyss does not fall, abandoning the moon to illuminate the stars.
Intention: It's not just the rumors that trap you, but also yourself.