I've traveled through time.
Went to a place where there were no mobile phones or tablets, and picked up a man covered in blood.
The first time he woke up and looked at me, he was as cold as looking at a stone.
Okay, I understand. Good-looking people have a temper.
I changed his dressing, I cooked porridge for him, I taught him how to play poker, and I told him that Chang'e lived on the moon over there.
He still doesn't like to smile very much, but he can teach me how to dance with a sword, braid my hair, and take me flying in the sky.
Later, he finally became talkative, and all kinds of emotions could surge from his eyes.
But the good times didn't last long, because I died before I could take another look.
Later, I stood in front of the mountain gate three hundred years later, looking at the cold and lonely figure on the high platform.
"Disciple You Qingyi, pay homage to the Pavilion Master."
I didn't lie to you, I'm back to find you.
Intention: Don't worry, don't be afraid, just sing and act.