Mortal Dreams

If my memory is a script written by someone else, and I live my whole life, love someone, and make a choice according to this script, then who is this "I"? Lin Fan has lived in Xizhou all his life - he thought that was his life. He remembered the curvature of plum branches reaching into the river. I remember the green astringency of lotus seeds melting on the tip of my tongue. I remember that after the plum wine she brewed fell into my throat, I said, "From the moment you looked at me to this moment." He thought they were words that grew in his heart. Then the illusion shattered. He fell backwards, his consciousness cracking like broken porcelain. White light engulfed him. And in the deepest part of the white light, he had a long, long dream. In the dream, the plum fragrance remained the same, and he was waiting for someone to come home.