From one day, Jiangling started to have a dream. In the dream, the willow branches are turning green, the spring rain is falling, and the earth is shrouded in haze. He seemed to be holding an umbrella and walking across the bridge when he vaguely heard the clinking of tea bowls. So Jiang Ling looked up and saw that the carved window in the teahouse's private room opened in response, and then he saw a pair of smiling eyes in the hazy mist. But the dream always blurs the memory of a misty rain here. After waking up from the dream, Jiang Ling only remembers the soft sound of the drizzle falling on the umbrella and those smiling eyes. Even after he woke up from the dream, he became more and more curious about the person in the dream, until one day he saw those smiling eyes.
Chao Ci has always been carefree, and the only thing that makes him confused is his dream. In the dream, he was leaning against the carved window of the teahouse, and the rain hitting the eaves was brisk and sweet. He saw a thin and straight figure in his peripheral vision, and he suddenly wanted to open the window. Of course, he did so. Chao Ci raised his eyes and looked over. Although he couldn't see the person under the green umbrella clearly, a smile appeared in his eyes for no reason. Chao Ci could not see the people in his dreams clearly until that day when he met Jiang Ling. From then on, all the hazy dreams became clear and he could see the people in his dreams clearly.
We made a promise before, but we can only go now.
Intention: Everyone is unhappy, so why not think about things that make you happy?