He stared at me, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and said, "I am Yan Feng."
I stared back at him blankly for a while, then smiled and said: "I would like to thank Mr. Yan again for saving your life. To express my gratitude, I can send you letters for free for a year. The number is uncertain."
His eyes were locked on my face, and I could only cough dryly: "Ahem... Should we..."
"Have you... Forgot?"
"Master Yan... You look at me like this, you must have fallen in love with me, right?"
He finally turned away his face...
I am a messenger.
I don't remember how long I have been wandering between heaven and earth, and I seem to have experienced a lot, but I still can't figure out what is right and wrong, true and false, love and love.
I'm always learning to stay out of it.
Only later did I realize how difficult it was to do. Remember and then forget, forget and then remember. Sometimes, even myself is doubting, doubting the world and doubting myself.
Sending a letter may be just a pretext, but in the end it is still to find him. I want to meet him in every reincarnation, even if it's just for a brief glance...
Once again standing on the punishment platform, the punishment platform for punishing the gods, he said: "You have not forgotten."
I looked away and said, "I don't even remember."
He said: "Then I will let you remember..."