Qilixiang Sleepless

"Chen Siyi, the autumn rain in the south of the Yangtze River has dispersed again, why haven't you come back yet?" It's spring again in the south of the Yangtze River, pear blossoms are like snow, seven-mile incense climbs all over the walls, and falls all over the courtyard, which is lonely. The tears that Cheng Zhen had not shed five years ago finally fell after five years. The two have been together for three years but have been trapped in each other for five years. Chen Siyi It was only five years later that I discovered that I had been thinking about you since you left five years ago. "I don't want to see my legs anymore. When will you come back?" Chen Siyi was sitting in the yard just like the beginning of the story, but this time it was Cheng Zhen who was watching him at the door. The old door creaked, and the rusty saw finally stopped pulling. Thousands of days and nights of longing washed away the last pain between the two at this moment. "Cheng Zhen, I said I would treat your leg, so I wouldn't lie to you." "Cheng Zhen, why are you so slow? I have been waiting for you for many years."