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There is a tavern in Jiangnan called Hongchen Guest. Any guest who goes to Hongchen Guesthouse for a drink can make a request to the boss as long as he tells her a story. ------------------------ "Boss, you've heard so many stories from us, don't you have any stories to tell us?" As soon as he said this, everyone looked around at the woman sitting behind the bar. The woman's eyes were confused for a moment. "My story..." Then we have to start talking about it a long time ago. ------------------------ It rains in the south of the Yangtze River and the wind fills the Changchuan River. An encounter you can't forget, a reunion you don't dare to ask for. Someone broke through the fog from under the bridge. --Hey, I just bought you two buns. Eat them while they are hot.

Before meeting him, Qingli thought it would be good to live like this for the rest of his life. Although the doctors said she wouldn't live long, at least her current life was satisfactory to her. After seeing him, Qingli suddenly thought about it. In this boring life, it would be nice to have a god suddenly teach her how to fly. And from what he said, it seemed that he would not die in a short time. She thought that the simple and happy days in Moyan Palace would stay with her until the end of her life. But one day Qingli suddenly discovered that the person in front of her seemed to be looking at others through her. When she stared into his eyes, she couldn't understand. --Who I am? She asked. --You are you. [From beginning to end, it's you. ][It's just... Lost it once, that's all. ]How much courage does it take for him to say that sentence, I'm sorry.