[Steady, forbearing and dominant attack] X [Cool and reserved professor]
Migratory birds are birds with migratory behavior, traveling between the north and south in spring and autumn. The north is home to migratory birds...
When he was a boy, Li Beiwang listened to Jiang Hegui's slow voice and taught students, including him, about science in elective courses.
The person on the stage had a gentle and jade-like temperament, and the voice of the person on the stage was telling knowledge like the tinkling sound of spring water. Li Beiwang followed the person on the stage with his eyes.
Migratory birds return north, but Li Beiwang believes that it is only right for migratory birds to return south. Migratory birds go through nine or eighty-one hardships, including various predators secretly spying and waiting for opportunities, as well as the cold and suffering they endure in the process.
According to common sense, the eternal place that all living things try their best to return to is called "home", so it should be called Nangui.
Later, he accidentally expressed his opinions to Jiang Hegui. Jiang Hegui came closer and scratched his nose with his index finger, blinked his clear amber eyes, and pretended to be angry and lectured: "It's full of nonsense," but the curve of his eyebrows betrayed him, and his gentle smile made Li Beiwang's heart flutter.
Young people always have various things on their minds. The temporary breakup did not extinguish the incomparable love, but instead made the fire burn stronger and stronger. Later, he studied abroad and returned to China. Unexpectedly, the two reunited and parted ways for another five years.
Everything came to an abrupt end... Including what I hadn't even had time to say, "Agui, long time no see~"
Serious injuries, amnesia, hypnosis, forgetfulness, nightmares, and psychological torture all seemed unable to sum up these painful five years.
Fortunately, fate once again exerted its force, allowing them to meet again in a roundabout way, and their memories were like a tide flowing backwards...
Li Beiwang: This time I will not forget without authorization and let go of your hand.
When I was a child, I read a story about a fisherman who looked at a white crane on the riverside every year, looking forward to passing by on his way south, but the crane never came back.
Li Beiwang was glad that he was not a fisherman, because his white crane flew towards him, circled around and returned to him.
The cranes watch from the north and return to the south...
Intention: Cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter stores.