Eighteen-year-old Liang Jingyan watched fifteen-year-old Tang Yiyi recite, “My lover came riding a bamboo horse, circling my bed and tossing green plums. We grew up together in Changgan, never suspicious of each other.” A slight smile tugged at his lips.
“Brother Jing, why are you smiling? What does that line mean?” Tang Yiyi pointed to the verse she’d just recited.
“It’s the story of you and me.”
“Huh?” Realizing what he’d just said, Liang Jingyan hurriedly corrected himself. “It’s a line from Changgan Xing. It describes a merchant’s wife looking back on how she and her husband fell in love. It’s about childhood sweethearts, and every word shows how devoted she is to their love...”
“Oh, so it’s the story of you and me,” Tang Yiyi said with a smile, tilting her head.
