Yang Liuchen couldn't sleep well at night recently. He always heard the ringing of bells every midnight. In his dream, there was a young man in a green gown kneeling with his head lowered outside the Gusu Temple. He felt that this figure was very familiar, but for a long time he couldn't remember who that person was.
Until that day, there was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down. The young man raised his head, raised his lips, and called: "Changzhuan..."
Yang Liuchen's figure trembled, as if he was waking up from a big dream: "Jiao Qi!"
Jiao Qi smiled sadly and fell to the ground.
Concept: The author's fishing essay