I write this as a preface.
Things in this world are often unpredictable, especially for those of us who cannot see through them. A poem by Wang Guozhen that I read when I was in college is a true portrayal of it:
Age always comes as scheduled, sorrow always comes uninvited, misfortune always comes unexpectedly. But why do you never come?
Things are unpredictable, and "expected" is just an expected "trend". As sung in "One Thought": You can only calculate carefully but cannot predict. Between love and conspiracy, how to control retreat and advancement...
Love is even more unpredictable. This is my heartfelt emotion after listening to the story of my brother Feng. As Tu Lei has mentioned on the show more than once: Love is an extremely delicate chemistry, and even the slightest difference will not react. This is the occurrence of the initial state of love. However, the whole process of love is not like this! Feng's story completely proves this point.
Feng's story is very legendary. He told it to me intermittently for a year. I always felt that it was not only his experience, but also a beautiful fairy tale. As someone who likes to write when I have nothing to do, I increasingly feel that telling you his story is what I should do.