Ink Maple Is Like Smoke

Mo Feng had a dream. In the dream, someone called his name, the voice was very soft, like calling someone he hadn't seen for a long time. He tried hard to see her face clearly, but he only saw locust flowers, which fell all over his shoulders. After waking up, he always felt that something was missing. It's like a word comes to your lips, but you forget what to say. What he didn't know was that the man in the dream was standing out of sight, gently brushing the locust flowers from his shoulders. The past is gone, like smoke for thousands of years, and we will meet again eventually.