I have never believed in the myth of mountains and rivers, I only remember those eyes like the melting snow in early spring. Like old friends who fell in love at first sight, they exchanged greetings in a hurry and then went back on their way. When Jiang Beibei was young, the young man with gentle eyebrows, in the long river of time, like the breeze passing through the fingertips, bypassing the broken hair around the ears, looking back, staring, and then left leisurely.