She has no home, like a boat destined to drift, stopping and going.
Until someone said to her: "Xiao Zhuzi, come home with me."
Meng Yizhu seemed to have found the shore, and the fog cleared.
"You told me that everyone has a fire in their hearts, but people passing by only saw smoke, but I clearly saw gorgeous fireworks."
"How about we don't separate the bamboo."
"Meng Yizhu, don't you have a heart?"
She opened her hands and let everything in the world flow by.
But this time Meng Yizhu decided to be an aggressive gambler.
Intention: Love is fulfillment in the end, and everything is the best arrangement.