Fireworks in the Third Month

------------------Every Meeting Begins with Not Knowing------------------

"In the third month, fireworks bloom along the way to Yangzhou."

When Qiao Yiyi came across this line of poetry in the script, she turned toward the kitchen and called, "Sanyue, come look!" Sanyue wiped her hands and came out. She walked over and tucked the loose strands of Qiao Yiyi's hair behind her ear. Pointing at the line, Qiao Yiyi stared at Sanyue with wide eyes. "Is that where your name came from?"

Sanyue smiled helplessly. "Of course not. I was born in March, and my parents couldn't be bothered to think up a name." Qiao Yiyi looked a little disappointed, but soon broke into a radiant smile and declared with total confidence, "I say it is, so it is."

------------------Spring Winds Return, Time and Again------------------

When I met Qiao Yiyi, she was still a fashion model, adrift in the bustling city of Beijing and in danger of being swallowed up at any moment. I hadn't graduated yet, and I was worrying over my inability to write my thesis. Neither of us had imagined we would end up together. Even after we did, we never thought it would last forever. Back then, I didn't know I would settle in a foreign country. Qiao Yiyi probably never imagined she would marry a businessman, either. We always thought the future was something terrifying, concealing an indistinct threat.

But the future always comes.