The wind blew gently on his face. He stood high on the mountain and shouted to me, "Bai Wanyan, I will definitely marry you when I come back!" There was a mountain between him and me, and he was smiling at me. The tears are not covering the face, but the heart. What makes me happy is not that he never left me since I was a child and always stretched out his arms to hug me. What makes me sad is not that he left regardless. What makes me depressed is not that I got drunk in bars day and night after he left. What makes me happy is not that I walked firmly to the airport from behind. It's not like he and I didn't fall in love. It's just that when the prosperity of the world makes us unable to love. Bai Yulin. I met Yan that night. Bai Wanyan. Lin Yu.