It is said that people who are focused on eating, drinking and having fun are unlikely to have worries.
Xin Buxiao agreed, but unfortunately winter is coming.
His hot youth was poured cold water on him, and he returned to his hometown wet. The dreamy white horse he had imagined when he was a child was just an old factory, no different from his shabby and patchy life.
It was the first year, and everyone was looking forward to the beginning of spring, when the fallen leaves of the trees would grow back, and there would be no more loneliness after that.
The tree never speaks, and many seeds of guilt are planted under its deep roots, which grow into the most hidden secrets and then sprout.
Intention: It doesn't matter what you missed