In the afternoon when he was 26 years old, Xia Xiang decided to take a letter to a small town 297 kilometers away from Beijing, just for a story.
So Xia Xiang met Qiao Mu.
If he had not met Chunxuan's arbor, Xia Xiang would have been sitting in a small room in Beijing, continuing to dream of being a writer.
If he hadn't met Xia Xiang in Beijing, Qiao Mu would have spent his days quietly looking at the old house filled with the fragrance of sawdust.
Without that letter, she and he might have passed each other in the passing of people. Fortunately, they met. They saw each other at a glance among the people coming and going.
I was thinking about someone's company, and then you appeared.
Qiao Mu: "The hydrangeas in Chunxuan are in bloom. Do you want to come and see them? Or, can I accompany you to wait for the ginkgo leaves in Beijing?"
Xia Xiang: "Then I'll come to you first.
Intention: Try to fall in love with the life in your little world!