In the west alley in the south of the city, there is such a tree. It does not bloom and its leaves never wither. The villagers said that someone watered such an old tree with blood, making it evergreen and unbeatable, and at the same time complaining and complaining, accompanying the thousand-year-old locust tree. I just didn't expect that one day, this wooden life would actually speak...
Purpose: Learn to reconcile and change