From Lhasa in Tibet to Linqi in the south of the Yangtze River, fate lingers.
That year, 19-year-old Meng Yihan went to Tibet, a land of thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, with a cold heart, and met Pei Qingmian, who was completely different from her. For nineteen days, they saw snow-capped mountains and lakes together, met all kinds of pilgrims, and received the most noble baptism of the soul in a person's life.
Before parting, in the darkness behind the Potala Palace, the kiss that smelled of wine and drunkenness fell silent in the flow of time. The story remains forever in the wind on the mountain top, in the sparkling waves of Namtso Lake, and in the silent years.
When they saw each other again, he said hello with a smile: "Bailu Qingya. Miss Meng, long time no see." She nodded: "Mr. Pei, long time no see."
She wouldn't know that "Han, I want to be clear" in his notebook, and he wouldn't know that the first cheongsam she made for herself was covered with rolling green mountains.
Intention: Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs
