I Finally Waited for You in the Windy and Snowy Night

After watching Tank's "I'm Waiting for You on a Stormy and Snowy Night", I watched both the short play and the original novel, and I couldn't get over my feelings. Forty-year-old Lao Deng was reminded of things from his youth. I met two people at that time. One is like Yang Sisi, lively and bright, and the day feels warmer as soon as you get close to her; the other is like Ye Zhi, calm and majestic, so majestic that I always feel that I am not worthy of it. Later, I was tortured to death by myself, blocked over and over again, and wanted to forget, but couldn't. In the end, neither came to fruition. Nearly twenty years have passed, and I have found a man with whom I can live a down-to-earth life and have a lovely child. People, after all, have to bow to life. I wrote this continuation to make up for two regrets: those of the original work, and my own. For Sisi in the book, and for the "Sisi" I once was. Book friends who are willing to accept this ending, I hope you will like it too.