It doesn't matter whether I can find him in the end or not, but on the way of searching, I feel at ease and always feel that he might be waiting for me somewhere. Or maybe this is just a dream, and I will wake up sooner or later, and I can tell him what I dreamed about one by one. Maybe I'll never want to find him, because I'm afraid.
Ruyi, I once thought that this was all life. The fleeting years are like fir trees, a bowl.
But later on, I became dependent on a bowl.
Later, I became homeless.
Everything deviated from its original direction.
Maybe she should stay in that small village called Ping An Village.
Peace every year.