There was a small hot pot at the bar, and Yang Xiaodai across from him was chewing food and looking at an unspecified target in trance. I looked at her, she was thinking about things, and I was thinking about them too. There are really many times in life, in response to Bian Zhilin's poem, you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.
Yang Xiaodai asked, do you have anyone you have ever liked. She didn't wait for my answer. She said that there are many things in life that are so wonderful. It seems that I am destined to meet someone, and I also seem to be destined not to see some people again, but I still feel very emotional when I think about it.
I didn't pay attention to her words. I just thought that some people were destined to never see each other again. I thought about a lot. As the years change, the people and things around me have changed.