"Oh, what should I do if you drink Meng Po soup and don't remember me?"
"I won't drink. I'll wait for you on the Naihe Bridge."
He stretched out his hand and scraped off the nose of the person in his arms. "It's like you, but the bridge hasn't collapsed yet."
"It doesn't matter, I'm standing at the bridge, waiting for you." He lowered his head gently and kept the tears in his heart.