There is a well-known thing in the hiking world - don't ask about three things: don't ask about feelings, don't ask about age, and don't ask about occupation.
So Manjusri kept this in mind, and the result was that he met the boy on Muyun Mountain, but knew nothing about him.
However, three years later, she met the crew's director of photography at a script workshop for her novel, and she felt a bit familiar.
Manjusri asked him: "Have we met somewhere?"
The man opposite did not raise his head from the screen, his half-long straight hair covering his eyes, "No, Teacher Wen remembered it wrong."
She thought this was the end, but she didn't know that April, when azaleas bloomed all over the mountains and fields, was the real beginning of the story.
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Manjusri always said that a person is also very good, just let it happen, fate will be decided for me.
Zhou Yi didn't believe this. He checked her route, calculated her time, and waited at Muyun Mountain one day in advance.
When the crew reunited three years later, he didn't dare to look up when he thought about the gossip he heard about her boyfriend.
"Have we met somewhere?"
"No, Teacher Wen remembered it wrong."
What he didn't know was that Manjusri, who always said he was free from fate, had also been to many mountains after Muyun Mountain, looking for that touch of lake green.
I never wait for fate, I fight for it myself.
Concept: What exactly is fate? Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but what do those three times count? Fate in this world never comes by waiting.
