Lei Lan: In and Out of Dreams

I don't know if it's because the last scene at the end of this chapter is so graphic, so the emotion I feel every time I read Gu Jian Tongwen is brought out again, but this time it's happiness instead of relief elsewhere. I remember seeing Su Lan elsewhere, and it was about how they finally connected with each other but only had a few days to stay together, and were reluctant to let go but forced themselves to accept it. Seeing the thick and heavy haze in the sky, the sunlight behind was blocked out but still shining, hoping to penetrate the sluggish clouds. The feeling of being enveloped but with nowhere to release, it was really hard to let go and the eyes were red, but I couldn't let it fall. Because this is the fact. After three days, your soul will be gone, and I will be alone in the world of mortals. Later in the story, he returned to Qinchuan alone, married Miss Sun, gave birth to a beautiful daughter, and occasionally met Qingxue to find a way to resurrect Tu Su... No one knew that Fang Lan returned to Qinchuan, and it seemed that he had changed but remained the same. So, when I saw this, I saw Fang Lansheng, that stupid scholar in the crowd, wishing that he could come right in front of him because of his lack of height. I felt particularly comforted, thinking that we could finally be together... In this way, let me tell you, my tears are getting lower and lower. I used to laugh at myself for being a cold-blooded creature, but now I didn't expect that I would always fall into such careless hands. I think it's probably because I'm very afraid of life and death, that's why I'm so clinging to each other. After all, I have always felt that I may be more inclined to pessimism, but people who can look down on the separation of life and death are completely incomprehensible to me now. ... I am too attached to the so-called warmth in my arms, so I will also add some such scenes to the stories I want to tell others. However, I am afraid that after writing stories for many years, I still cannot tell the stories I want to tell clearly to others. When you get the chance, you really have to grab someone and tell him tens of thousands of times before you give up! However, it is also a pleasure to listen to other people's stories. I am not limited to anything. I seem to like many CPs that are as cold as 20,000 feet under the sea (laughing), but... It's not quantity but quality. If it can move people, from the past and present, that's good. Taking into account my own unclear understanding of myself, it will remain in my memory for a long time in the future. People's faces will be blurred and pictures will be blurred. It will turn yellow, but the feeling will never be forgotten, just like I will never forget that I seem to have seen such a scene. The fair-skinned scholar in Tsing Yi jumped up in the crowd and waved his hands, shouting the name of the person in the distance. The Tsing Yi hairband of the same color jumped back into the blue sky. Although he looked very embarrassed, his eyes should be bright... After all, I still wish that lovers can get to know each other, although... It may not be perfect, but there will be no regrets in the end.

This should be considered jealous... Right?