After graduating from college, Lan He returned to Qinglan Town.
The landscape remains the same, the fireworks remain the same, but the vague figure in the ruined temple in childhood has become an old dream hidden in the heart that no one believes.
Once by chance in an alley, he met Fanzhu, who owned a teahouse.
She has long hair and is wearing plain new Chinese clothes. She is as quiet as a handful of moonlight sinking in the water.
Lan He just thought it was the first time he met, and felt inexplicably familiar and at ease in his heart;
Fanzhu just glanced at him from the past and remembered the child with clean eyes. He was not tempted and just felt that it was ordinary.
There is no excitement, no sinking at a glance.
It's just that mortals return home and dragons dwell in the world,
In the small town fireworks with tea and lights, slowly approaching, slowly falling in love.
The core fire is the ignition, and the burning lamp is the sequence.
It turns out that some encounters are never the first time, but the reunion after a long separation. Slow and gentle | A touch of fate | Fireworks and immortals |
Intention: Blue grows in the human world, the Brahma candle burns for him, the grain needs light, the candle provides warmth, the grain is the world, and the candle is the place to return.