When she was six years old, Sang Qingzhi had a very clear dream.
In the dream, there were several tall weeping willow trees with thin red ropes tied to their branches.
In the distance, you can see the spire of Qingta Temple with green tiles and red beams, approaching the low clouds at dusk.
She and a tall and thin boy were walking on the street next to the weeping willows.
The two held hands.
From then on, her awareness of love gradually opened up.
She had lived in a repressive and precious environment since she was a child, and her spirit was gradually worn away by quarrels. She knew that at her current age, she shouldn't have such longings.
The longing for love.
But she always believed that as long as she persisted, there would be such a person.
In her boring life,
Light a lamp, light a water flower, and give her a comforting hug.
There must be one, she thought.
Until the age of sixteen, it took ten long years.
The day I saw him, a refreshing breeze blew in the air,
A rain fell on her parched earth.
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"Maybe I can't believe it, but I met you ten years ago." One drunken night, she muttered with a red face.
He watched her vomiting the breath of alcohol, gradually came closer, lowered his head and looked closely into her round eyes.
"Oh? I'm quite interested, let's talk about it."
As soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy and fell into his arms the next second.
He didn't push her away, but held her tighter.
Under the dim light of the dark night, the young man's unchanging affectionate eyes were revealed.
Gentle and magnificent, deep and radiant.
"Silly girl, we have known each other for a long time, why can't you recognize me?"
Intention: Small and great in the ordinary