Qingming Catastrophe

As far back as I can remember, there has been a half-dead green tree planted in the yard. Grandma would often sharpen a hatchet under the tree, mumbling that she would chop you down sooner or later. But grandpa warned me that the tree was connected to my life and I had to protect it. I believe in Grandpa, because there is an identical green tree growing in my mind. Until one day, Qingshu broke through the space and flew away. Grandpa and grandma also flew away together, leaving only me. My name is Lin Shu, the forest of trees, the tree of trees. I want to live.