There is a blue suitcase hidden under Yu Xinyang's bed. It has been hidden for seven years and has never been used once.
In the past seven years, he has always had a dream:
It was a forest where pine trees and bamboos grew alternately. The brown branches gave rise to dark green leaf veins.
The rose-red camellias bloom wantonly, standing erect and full of vitality on the high loess tombs...
Intention: To live towards death
