There is a tree in Zhuqi that grows shorter and shorter.
The tree had been struck by lightning, burned by fire, and bitten by insects.
After Gao Fengxi heard what Zhu Qi said, he smiled and said, "Maybe your short tree is stronger."
Zhu Qi didn't say anything, maybe Gao Fengxi had forgotten that Gao Fengxi failed to confess his love that year and gave her the sapling in his hand.
Zhu Qi planted it in his hometown.
Intention: Life is like this