"Walking through the depths of the bamboo forest and pushing aside the messy and lush bamboo branches, I saw that the stone tablet at the entrance of the alley had not been taken care of for a long time and had peeled off one layer. Only the word "Su" could be vaguely recognized on it. There was an osmanthus tree at the entrance of Su Lane. A rain fell in autumn and the temperature suddenly dropped. The oblique rain knocked the petals all over the ground and fell into the jagged depressions on the bluestone pavement. They were trampled muddy by people coming and going with the rain."
A neurologist's hand painting × Emotional disorder's cold-blooded hand painting
Su Ji×Qin Si
This is a story about falling in love with the Creator God.
The overall style is to write wherever you dream.
Intention: pure love