The first time we met, he was three years old, and he was also three years old, and his fragile cerebral cortex had not yet learned how to remember.
The second time we met, he was fifteen years old and he was also fifteen years old. The vague green years of the youth were made clear to each other.
The third time we met, he was thirty years old, and he was also thirty years old. It turns out that the empty heart has been waiting for you to fill it.
His name is Gu Cheng and his name is Ye Yan.