Shuang Jinglang: It wasn't until I was ten years old, when I experienced something destined to happen, and thought of my family that had gradually declined over time, that I suddenly realized that life has a mission, so I had to try my best to catch up with that person's footsteps and do what I can, suddenly Ten years passed in a daze, but fate still didn't show mercy, and I finally passed by the one I loved. Perhaps the magic of fate is that even if you work hard and beg for life tremblingly, you can't catch the future direction from clues. After that, who knows what fate will be like...
Du Zhuan: What was I doing when I was ten years old? I lived in the most prosperous city villa, holding a toy gun in my hand that ordinary farmers could not buy in a year's income, and looking at exquisite crystal lamps inlaid with diamonds. When I went out, the nanny greeted the driver. My parents always argued about whether I should study in Cambridge or Oxford. After going around for ten years, who would have expected that I would hide in a place called the countryside, roll up my sleeves, carry a hoe, and return from the fields wearing a straw hat. Later, I gave up a lot, but fortunately I kept what I thought was the most important, and I was very happy...
Lu Qiao: Life can be summed up in two words: choice and running. When I was ten years old, I didn't have the chance to make a choice, so my parents helped me choose what they thought was best. I moved, transferred to another school, and studied abroad. Before I left, I held her hand and said I would come back. The next ten years passed very quickly, and I came back, but I still let her go. She was the person I loved very much, but she couldn't be a wife who helped me reach the peak of my career. Sometimes, giving up doesn't mean I don't love, it just can't... Love again.