A hundred years of mist and rain, a dream turns into a prophecy.
He always dreamed of small towns in the south of the Yangtze River, with stone bridges and flowing water, and people holding umbrellas coming from the fog.
"Mr. Lin."
His voice is like an oriole, but his face is always blurry.
When he woke up, he was Lin Guan. After graduating from high school with a major in geography, he accidentally became a general technology teacher, teaching carpentry to students. He was given a job by his younger brother. He also has a girlfriend named Chen Kexin who he has been dating since college.
It was an ordinary day and he didn't take it seriously.
Until I found a yellowed group photo in an old wooden box in the school history museum.
——In the fourth year of the Republic of China, teachers and students at a rural school in Linjiang Town.
The young private tutor sitting in the middle, his eyebrows look like his own in the mirror.
The woman in plain clothes standing aside looked very much like the person next to him.
On the back of the photo, there is a line of Juanxiu small regular script:
May the years be peaceful and stay together like this.
Wan Tang Cun Nian
That night, he dreamed of the bridge again.
The figure in the rain and mist raised his head for the first time and looked into his eyes through a hundred years of smoke.
Not an illusion.
She is waiting.
Waiting for an answer that is too late.
Intention: Love is recognition across time - I can recognize you no matter what life you are in.
