They first met in an ancient town in Jiangnan.
She asked his name, and he said he was Zhou Lianqing. By seniority, she could call him Uncle.
Later, after returning to Beicheng, she saw him again. Her older brother introduced him as Mr. Zhou.
He seemed to have many titles and identities.
But he said that when he was Teacher Zhou, that was when he felt most like Zhou Lianqing.
He said many things to her. The words she remembered most clearly were the ones he spoke while gazing at her with deep, solemn eyes: "Zhu Wanyin, don't regret this."
One day, much later, she suddenly remembered those words. She realized she had forgotten to tell him that she had never regretted it.
For a long time, Zhu Wanyin felt as though he were a dream from another life, long past.
In the dream, he looked toward a bowed-head statue of the Bodhisattva, his hand moving over a strand of prayer beads.
But Zhou Lianqing prayed to the gods and Buddha, yet didn't believe in them.
He was not only his students' teacher, but hers as well.
He taught her about faith and dreams, love and death. He also taught her not to pine for water that has flowed away, and to understand the cause of her fate early.
Theme: Live for the immortality of the soul
I think it's well written!
Ah, is there really no extra story?
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking
Will you update it today, hehe?
When will it be updated?
He? Reading the copywriting feels like BE
We all sleep on the same bed. Is it still far from sleeping under the same quilt?
The writing is really good
It still makes me angry (crying) and my heart is blocked.
Ahhhhhhhh I can't stand it anymore, now Zhou is a bad man (I want to say zang) to me, it makes me feel uncomfortable