That year, it was snowing heavily. She walked up to him dressed in black and said:
"From today on, you are my disciple Chang Ge. You are too evil, so please go home with me."
She was fifteen and he was twelve.
Five years later, Yinggeyan danced in the wine pond and the meat forest. She was dressed in white like snow, playing the piano, and turned a blind eye to the scene in front of her.
And he was sitting not far away, looking at her quietly.
After the song ended, he walked forward, looked at her in surprise, smiled slightly and said:
"Girl, can you weave a dream for me?"
"What kind of dream does the General want?"
A dream with you, a dream that I will never wake up from.