When the Cherry Blossoms Fall

In the autumn of 1988, I was admitted to an engineering university in Changchun with a literary dream, just to escape the fate of my family. Until that tram No. 54, They met three times and changed all trajectories. Once was a startling glimpse - white jasmine, as cold as jasmine, her eyes hid a mist that I couldn't understand. One time, it was a hasty request - Lu Ming, the chairman of the student union, thrust a code book called "Riddles of Track Sound" into my hand with a sincere look in his eyes. Once it was a fateful meeting - I found myself at the center of the chess game, using the family symbology I hated most to decipher the shocking secrets that spanned half a century. "Sakura" is not a romance, but a mind-control poison. Classmates and best friends, each has his or her own agenda. When the tram diagram turned into a Shura field, I realized that what Lu Ming handed over was not a notebook, but the key to the abyss. And Bai Moli told me softly: "My grandfather is one of the founders of 'Sakura'." In this battle between reason and emotion, faith and love, I must use the password in my hand to fight for a free future for all of us.