Wu Zhu has always had a dream since he was 15 years old. The content is uncertain, but the constant is that there is always a boy.
The boy was extremely clean-looking, and his pair of gray dog eyes made people feel trembling at first glance.
When they "met" for the first time, the boy was sitting in her seat and was out of tune with the classmates around him. When he saw her, his eyes were bright, but Wu Zhuxiang felt an unspeakable sadness in his heart.
Not knowing what drove her, she hugged the boy. The young man nestled in her arms. The down on the back of his head tempted Wu Zhu to touch it, and she did.
The young man brought light to Wu Zhu's originally peaceful but lifeless life.
Later they often met in dreams.
Once I dreamed that a boy was eating noodles at a beef restaurant next to his home. On a snowy night, the young man wore a red scarf and sat at the long wooden table. The yellowish light shone on the black windbreaker and looked sideways at her with a smile. By some strange coincidence, Wu Zhuxiang also entered the noodle shop.
"Who are you anyway?" She asked.
The young man's eyes were covered with a layer of pain, and he spoke:
"Ghost, do you believe it?"
Wu Zhu wanted to eat noodles and held up his chin.
"Maybe. If you meet my dad and remember to tell him, I will still remember him."
The man stood at the door of the noodle shop and made a shushing gesture to the boy.
"OK"
After the college entrance examination, Wu Zhu wanted to be dragged to the temple by his mother, and she casually waved a fortune.
"Sign it."
An old monk whose clothes did not conform to modern society twisted his beads and said with a smile:
"The benefactor's marriage is coming, but the benefactor is too obsessed with it, so he has to wait three years."
Wu Zhu wanted to listen, but felt that something was wrong, so he didn't take it to heart.
Later, she was widowed for three years in college. At the orientation party, she met someone she shouldn't have met at all.
"Hello everyone, I am Xie Xi, a freshman studying history in the 25th class."
Later, Wu Zhu wanted to touch Xie Xi's head, but couldn't help but feel sad.
Damn it, the old monk really got it right.
Intention: Everything is the best arrangement