"Zhou Luyuan, what kind of place do you think Nanlin is?" The bright girl had a smile that couldn't be hidden in her eyes, and her bright pupils seemed to be filled with tiny bits of starlight. "It's where the clouds and wind blow." The young man stood next to the rice field and pointed to the sky gently with his hand. In fact, the second half of the sentence he had not yet finished was hidden in his sincere heart. Nanlin is the place where I met you.
Someone once asked Gu Zhou what his name was when they first met.
Gu Zhou smiled and said, it is the grain of the rice, the boat of the small boat, and it is also the boat of the long journey.
Concept: Wherever the clouds and wind blow, that's where I want to go