Su Xiyuan's twentieth birthday came quietly. Mo Longxiao calculated the date and came to the door early in the morning with two kilograms of fruit candies and a pack of malted milk. He looked at her with serious eyes and a strong look that could not be refused: "Xiyuan, come with me to get the certificate." Su Xiyuan was stunned and shook his head shyly, saying it was too urgent. Mo Longxiao started the "coaxing" mode, saying that after receiving the certificate, she could get more food stamps, protect her from the grievances of the educated youth, and allow her to have a real home in Longcun. His tone was gentle, but it hid a thousand years of obsession. Su Xiyuan couldn't resist his eyes, and thinking of his care for many days, Su Xiyuan nodded in agreement with a blushing face. Without telling their relatives, the two secretly went to the brigade headquarters to get their marriage certificate. The red book was clutched in their hands, and Mo Longxiao's eyes were filled with ecstasy that had been suppressed for a thousand years.
On the night of receiving the certificate, Mo Longxiao looked at the side of Su Xiyuan's sleeping face, gently brushed her eyebrows with his fingertips, and whispered a name that only he could understand. It was the name of her previous life.
His appearance never seemed to age. Although Su Xiyuan had doubts, he never asked. When the two of them grew old, Su Xiyuan lay in Mo Longxiao's arms and asked him softly: "Have you been waiting for me for a long time?" Mo Longxiao held her hand and finally revealed the thousand-year-old secret. Su Xiyuan was not surprised, only smiled and said, "I knew you were no ordinary person."
