Dead wood is a tree that has lost its vitality and will never sprout new buds or bloom flowers.
He had nothing to do and muddle along.
His life is like the blank spaces in the creation of calligraphy and painting. It exists and only exists. There is no modification of language, no filling of calligraphy and painting, only white, a vast expanse of white.
Until Ji Xingyao appeared next to him.
A stupid gardener who's not afraid of trouble.
Peel off the bark of his tree that has been severely wounded by gossip and nourish his trunk that has long been empty.
I only hope that spring will come to his dead tree and he will live forever.
Also known as "Why does my white moonlight suddenly stop shining?" I haven't chased it yet! ?
Intention: Come on, look forward.