The Fifth Time I Met Him

Love under the epidemic Short story, first person, HE. Not V. The first time I met him, I missed it. The second time, we talked about the sunrise and the train in Alishan. The third time we met was during the earthquake. The fourth time should be in my dream. If we meet for the fifth time, I will definitely confess my love to him. * "It has been nearly fifty years since we parted. Since this spring, I feel like my heart is like a gray tree, and my body is like a boat without ties. I think the deadline is only a few days away. This is a letter. I just want to tell you that Guangbai has never forgotten the oath he made under the pear tree that year. He has found your beloved Azhi with his whole heart, and we will never leave you again. I am always alone here, and I am afraid that I will not be able to wait for the day to reunite with you. I only hope that when my soul returns to the sky, I can look at my homeland in the distance and see you smiling brightly under the white pear tree. " Intention: In the face of fate, you need a little effort