When Yi Fan met him for the first time, he felt that he was as unattainable as a white lotus.
But he didn't know that his heart was already extremely hot the first time he saw her.
But when she met him, she had frequent dreams, and what she dreamed about seemed to be her past life.
"I promise you." He was wearing a red riding attire, riding a fierce horse with black temples, his eyebrows were indulgent, he was smiling, arrogant and flamboyant, but there was overflowing tenderness in his eyes. The young general named Wei Mu suddenly leaned over, looked at the goose-yellow figure with panic in his eyes, and said arbitrarily: "Don't cry, I don't want to promise you anymore, you are not allowed to cry anymore."
Then, the little man cried more and more fiercely.
Later, she dreamed again.
Under the yellow candlelight, a woman in a crescent robe rubbed the vigorous words "Return to Righteousness" with her hands, over and over again, and the dry letter paper was as lifeless as the branches of late autumn.
"The country is like a thin reed. How can we tolerate it? We would rather die than die in order to serve the country. However, we still miss my wife. I hope that my wife will be safe. I send her a message: Forget about me. I treasure you in every possible way. The name is Wei Mu."
She looked to the sky, and there was a harsh sound in the sky. It was an air raid. Looking at the crowds of people swarming in the streets, she burst into tears. A woman rushed over and pulled her away, but she lightly swept the woman's hand away and said slowly, "I want to see him, Aunt An."
The woman was not talking, but after half a minute, the indiscriminate bombardment hit her. She closed her eyes and heard nothing but the whistling of the wind in her ears. Her last action was to hold the letter tightly in her heart.
In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, the Japanese air raid on Huaixiang killed 300,000 Huaixiang people in shells and fireworks.
In a trance, she woke up from the dream, but she seemed not to wake up from the dream. The surroundings were covered with oleanders. In the distance, she saw a familiar figure. He turned around and stood at the end of the smoky dreamland. Behind him were the majestic mountains and rivers, and the flames of war.
Ps: Ancient and modern stories, the male protagonist has memories of reincarnation, but the female protagonist does not. The male protagonist keeps reincarnating to look for her. There are stories in ancient times, the Republic of China, and modern times. The character of the male protagonist is not so gloomy, but the main character is still the flamboyant character of the first-generation young general.
Intention: Go both ways