The cold fragrance lingers all over the Red Bridge dream, and the dream sleeps on the city. The peach blossoms are on the moon, the rain has stopped and the spring is cold, the swallows are home.
Who can drum up my heart after the farewell? Shaohua is ruined, a wisp of tea smoke penetrates the blue gauze.
——Nalan Rongruo's "Picking Mulberries"
Dr. Ling felt that his life was extremely dull. The peak of his life was high school, and he plummeted from there. So far, it's just not going up or down. His wife treated him with respect and was extremely polite, as if she was spending her whole life grateful to him for being his spare tire. Dr. Ling felt that his life was extremely helpless.
Until Dr. Ling remembered a time travel experience when he was young...
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I have traveled a hundred years just to have the same dream as you. When I wake up from the dream, I don't want to wake up, but you have forgotten it.