In order to catch the signature that was blown away by the wind, Qi Luan ran out of the temple and unexpectedly came to a wasteland full of pools and swamps.
The flowers and trees planted around were something he, a northerner, had never seen before - fragrant, elegant and beautiful.
The signature stopped at the edge of the pool. Qi Luan took a closer look and found that the yellow and white flowers filled the pool.
He picked up a flower casually, and then picked up the high-quality autograph he had just obtained. Smelling the fragrance of the flowers, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Today, he finally came to Bangkok, and his boyfriend who had been dating online for three years asked him to show up today.
The phone rang, but an evil wind kicked up from nowhere, suddenly carrying countless dead leaves and yellow sand, and suddenly blew him down.
His body seemed to be floating, and a burst of sobs accompanied by a hoarse voice lingered intermittently in his ears——
"Qiluan."
That voice was calling him!
Qi Luan felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He couldn't tell whether it was water or tears. The moment he lost his footing and fell into the pool, something slipped gently from the corner of his eyes.
!
When I opened my eyes again, I saw deep brown teak wood. He was lying on a hard wooden couch, and the man kneeling beside the bed was talking nonsense to himself that he could not understand.
The wind slowly penetrated through the hollow wooden window, and along with the old-fashioned aroma, a man walked in with his upper body naked.
The sharp saber pressed against Qi Luan's chin and he forcefully raised his head.
...
It turns out that he traveled to Thailand and Siam in 1790.
An era completely foreign to him.
Qi Luan leaned on the wall, staggered, his eyes blackened, and passed out in the arms of the man who called himself Luang Thong.
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This article is a semi-fictional novel, and the names and identities of the people in the book cannot be verified.
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I have had thousands of dreams in my past life, but the chance to meet again in this life is the best.
If we can grow and stay together like this, all the difficulties in the past can be donated.
Does a piece of paper promise marriage to a boyfriend whom he has never met in modern times, or to a person with whom he cannot speak the same language?
The lights were blended, Qi Luan was drunk, and was held in Luang Thong's arms again.
The man poured one cup after another of water. The slippery mouth of the cup pressed against Qi Luan's lips. He used his hands to force the water into his mouth without hesitation. Those strange words came out of his mouth again.
"Do you understand?" Thong suddenly looked into his eyes with a half-smile. It was clear that she still looked cold and distant towards him the next day.
Qi Luan brushed his hand away and said honestly: "I don't understand, the teacher didn't teach me."
"Oh..." Thong laughed, his eyebrows were curved, and the emotion in his eyes was like mountain springs, gentle and long-lasting, and he explained: "I said, you are so cute."
"..." What nonsense! Qi Luan didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
Mission: Fate is rare, cherish the moment
