Everyone says Jiangnan is good, but tourists only like Jiangnan. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain.
The people by the side look like the moon, and their bright wrists are covered with frost and snow. Don't return to your hometown before you are old. Returning to your hometown requires breaking your heart.
——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man"
Many years later, Yu Qian always remembered that year. The man was dressed in plain clothes. Shi Shiran walked up to him, lifted up a strand of her hair, and leaned his red lips against her ear, saying softly: "Do you remember the place where we first met? Wait for me there!"
She stood there alone, looking at the two figures who were riding away from the city, and whispered to herself: "Okay, I'll wait for you."