"Brother, how high is the sky?"
"Very, very high."
"Then can I go up in the future?"
"Yes. From now on, my brother will build you a tall building so that you can see the whole scenery of Shanghai. Then you can go to heaven."
In the early years of the Republic of China, an innocent childhood promise was made at the dock.
Helpless, the world has been rough, we have been separated several times, we have experienced betrayal and glory, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the deep love from the beginning.
"Brother, you love me, right..."
I tried my best to find an answer, but all I got was a silent answer.
"Xiaoyang, I have done many wrong things in my life, but there is only one thing worth remembering -"
Jingchen put the gun to his head, his eyes full of reluctance and tenderness, "I once loved you."
A year later, Xiaoyang held Jingchen's ashes and climbed to the tallest building in Shanghai. Looking at the scenery Jingchen had promised, "Brother, the agreement is finally completed. I have one last thing to say to you."
"I love you."
Meteors streaked across the sky, as if answering him.