Flying Geese Enter Sichuan

She opened her eyes and saw Bai Yu's slightly frowning eyebrows under her fan, and her clear eyes: "Zhuge Liang, long time no see." The breeze carried the breath of summer across his cheeks, bringing the long-lost coolness. Zhuge Liang's heart was like the loose soil in spring, especially soft, and he murmured: "Long time no see." That year, a weeping crabapple grew in front of the thatched cottage. Its pale red petals were covered with water drops in the drizzle. The playful spring breeze blew, and its soft vines faced the wind. He sat in front of the couch, gently blowing away the hot air in the medicine bowl, and looked at the drizzle and falling flowers outside the window. "Who are you?" "Zhuge Liang." "Zhuge Liang, you saved me, I will definitely pay you back when I grow up!" "What do you want in return?" "Is your hometown far away?" Zhuge Liang's voice was like misty smoke in the air, traveling through the gaps in time. "Zhuge Liang, if I told you that my hometown is far, far away, inaccessible by car and horse, and even the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth are not enough to describe it, would you believe it?" "Yeah, I believe it."