My name is Li Weining.
In the thirteenth year of Jingtai, I was seventeen.
This summer, I had a dream, a very long dream.
In the dream, it was a lovely era, where everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment, and lived a plain but comfortable life. From time to time there will be floods and epidemics, but people help each other, and if one party is in trouble, all parties will help, so no matter how big a disaster is, it is nothing.
I exist in it, like a bystander, no one can see me, and the infinite prosperity has nothing to do with me, but I fall in love with this open era. When I first came here, I was worried that I would miss my parents and brothers, but gradually, after a long struggle to no avail, I got used to the life here.
I looked through the documents of that era, trying to find traces of my existence, but found nothing. It seemed as if my era never existed at all - or maybe they were like two parallel straight lines, extending together but never intersecting...
A car accident took the life of a girl. At that moment, she saw me, and her scattered souls quickly gathered together. She flew towards me. I opened my arms and hugged her tightly.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"I am you."
On the other side - the imperial capital of Daxia. After sleeping for a long time, I opened my eyes for the first time.
Who I am? Is it Weining or Weining?
What answered me was the endless silence at night.
Intention: Don't always hold on to people who should leave