In the fifth year of Tiansheng's reign in the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhongli's family got a daughter named Zhonglihe. In the fifth year of Qingli, Chu Nianyuan, the son of Chu Ci, the Minister of Punishment, was appointed as the sixth-rank official of the Imperial City Sizheng. Because of all the encounters, the lifelines of Zhong Lihe and Chu Nianyuan intersected, causing friction and collision. "Why don't you know my feelings? That's all. I wish you peace for the rest of your life." After Chu Nianyuan completely left Zhonglihe's world, Zhonglihe, who was ignorant of feelings, suddenly understood the position of Chu Nianyuan in his heart. But there is no choice, the weather is not as expected, should we just miss it or stay together for the rest of our lives?
"It's been three years and you haven't forgotten him yet. He's been gone for three years and he still lives in your heart?" Raindrops as big as peas fell outside the window, and the raindrops falling on the eaves formed a crystalline line.
"He and I will be lifelong friends. Please respect him." There were two figures in front of the window, one tall and one short. Zhong Lihe looked calmly at Chu Nianyuan in front of him with red eyes.
Chu Nianyuan took out a reddish-brown wooden comb from his arms and placed it on the table in Zhongli's room. "Why don't you know my thoughts? Or you don't want to know... That's all. I wish you well for the rest of your life."
Tick tick, tick tick, all the big raindrops fell on Zhong Lihe's heart. He actually forgot to take away the oil-paper umbrella she gave to him, and most of his clothes were wet in a short time.
A smile appeared on her lips, holding back the tears that had refused to fall.
Intention: A group of young people who are not afraid of the forces of darkness, dare to fight, and seek light attract each other and walk hand in hand.