Azhao suddenly appeared in my house. Whenever I was sad or sad, he would hold my hand and run outside to see the vast stars, listen to the chirping of cicadas, and feel the river flowing through my fingers. We would run in a wilderness, with the wind holding my head and covering my ears, feeling the violent sound of the wind.
When the time comes, Azhao will send me back. Before leaving, he puts his index finger on my lips, shakes his head and makes a silent gesture.
Purpose: Self-improvement, civilization and harmony