If he could, he would definitely meet this person. He just asked for God's blessing and would never experience such pain again.
Meeting you is luck, fate, and the beginning of pain; meeting you is reincarnation, fate, and a mission that I cannot change.
Twenty-four bridges are still there, the waves are swaying, and the cold moon is silent. Reading the red medicine beside the bridge, I know who I was born for every year.
The moon is silent.
Born in ten years.
In the dream, there were large fields of rapeseed flowers, dazzlingly yellow. The sky is very blue, with traces of birds flying by, and a few paper kites of all kinds.
"Xiaoyue'er, when I grow up, I will definitely marry you."
"Brother Nian, I will wait for you to marry me. Mom said the bride will wear a red wedding dress, so I will be waiting for you in a wedding dress."
At that time, he was a child, not familiar with worldly affairs, and he had no inhibitions about his words. In the spring of that year, among the bright yellow rapeseed flowers, was the promise you had made.
When I woke up from the dream, my pillow was wet with tears.