In the first life, he was a general who died in battle, and she was his wife who had stayed alone in an empty house for sixty years. Half of the jujube tree was withered. She waited until her hair was as white as snow, but she didn't wait until he came back to eat the jujube.
In the second life, he was a young escort boy, and she was a lady from a scholarly family. A box of "Begonia Spring Sleep" sealed the deal for life, and we made an appointment under the locust tree to go to Suzhou together. He was seriously injured and delayed, and she was forced to get into the sedan chair. Looking at each other from a distance on the long street, one is kneeling in a pool of blood, and the other is sitting in a red sedan. No one comes forward. We never saw each other again for the rest of our lives.
In the third life, she was a single mother and he was an army officer. Scanning the side of his face across the screen, she sent out a mysterious message: "Have we met somewhere?" He replied instantly: "You are finally here."
The debts owed in the previous two lives must be repaid one by one with tears in this life. But in this life, he is only given companionship, but not a status; he is only allowed to repay debts, but is not allowed to stay together. They reunited with their old scars and birthmarks, and slowly remembered in the secret companionship - when they looked at each other on the long street, they were actually waiting for the other person to come over first; when they died on the battlefield, the last thing he called was her name.
The debt is paid off, the red line is loosened, and everyone returns to his or her place. She met a gentle and determined partner, and he walked towards a new path of his own.
But her daughter's name is Su Nianyan.
"Nian Yan" - he is the one who is reading.
——It turns out that some names are pronounced for others across generations.
