Ye Xiaoli wanted to know how many years separated him and Feng Yiyang. Do they have a future?
'Tell me you will not leave me, you will not abandon me, you will always protect me, even if this is my selfish idea, you must keep your promise. ' Ye Xiaoli was always uneasy. She always felt that Feng Yiyang would leave her one day, so he asked Yiyang to promise her.
But Xiaoli never thought that Yiyang would really leave her, just leave in front of her like that. She even buried Yi Yang with her own hands. After that, Xiaoli always laughed, laughing at the impermanence of things in the world, and laughing at life and death without saying anything.
Sitting in front of Yiyang's grave, laughing and crying, who knows that this grave was built by my own hands a thousand years ago, and who knows that buried in this grave is my beloved, a person thousands of years later?
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a lonely tomb, with no place to talk about the desolation. 'Yiyang, tell me how many decades have passed between us.