"Xiao Xian, let's compete, whose kite can't fall?" A sweet young male voice sounded behind Xiao Lin Xian.
"Go away! Go away!" "Don't do this!" "Huh, who cares about competing with you!" "Then let Mo Lan come and play with you, okay?" "No."
At the age of 8, he was the gentlest Gu Sheng, at the age of 7, he was the naughty Xiao Ming, at the age of 6, she was the most willful Lin Xian, and she was the most obedient Mo Lan.
Six years later.
Gu Sheng said to Lin Xian: I will always protect you, just like you protect your ketchup.
Xiao Ming said to Lin Xian: I will marry you when I grow up, even if you are uglier than a pig.
Two years later.
Gu Sheng said to Lin Xian: What I like is Mo Lan.
Mo Lan said to Xiao Ming: Tell Lin Xian that I want her to pay back ten times what she owes me.
Where is Lin Xian?
Yes, she had said nothing. Ever since he was fourteen years old, when he was flying a kite with them, and when he learned the secret of Mo Lan's cross mark on his left arm, and when he learned the secret of the round mark on his right arm, her heart had fallen to a low point.
She could see it, but she couldn't speak it.
When Xiao Ming had a car accident, Mo Lan was smiling. She saw it and wanted to say who the person she had always loved was. She cried, she laughed.
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past?