The spring rain in Nancheng continued, and their stories were rusting in the iron box called memories.
Perhaps in the years they were apart, in countless drizzly seasons, on countless busy streets, and at countless forks in the road between lives, the two of them had passed each other.
The reunion was achieved by Xiao Lan's hard work and long-planned plans.
"Isn't there water in your name? 'The Yangtze River never stops rolling'. Your life should be like the flow of the river, grand and far-reaching, and moving forward calmly."
"What about you? Miss Jiang?"
"I am right by the river, turning into mountains, swallows, and swimming fish. I will always be with you."
So, in the blooming flowers in spring, the heavy rain in summer, the piles of golden trees in autumn, and the light snow in winter, they were never separated again.
It was a sunny day on May 23rd, and her lover came to her holding a large bouquet of roses. This was the only time Xiao Lan was not late.
At both ends of the road, like countless young lovers, Jiang Wan was a little shy, adjusting her clothes and stepping on her feet from time to time to avoid the crowds and want to see Qin Lan.
The weather was sunny and the sun was slightly dazzling.
"Bang!" The crowd let out a loud exclamation, and the birds and beasts dispersed.
What came before the joy was the sight of my lover lying in a pool of blood.
Xiao Lan's roses contain ten years of memories with Jiang Wan.
Intention: "There will be bitter tears and memories in youth." "It won't happen now, I have you."