Yan Huayin

By the Wangchuan River, under the Naihe Bridge, on the Sansheng Stone, and beside the flowers on the other side, Meng Po made soup, which was as bitter as coptis. Drinking that sip of love-forgetting water washes away all the joys and sorrows, and erases so much infatuation and hatred. It is clear that in this life, we are lovers together, but in the next life we ​​will suddenly look back in a desolate place, and we will not recognize the man from yesterday. "If you want to love me, you have to suffer things that ordinary people can't, endure pain that ordinary people can't, and do things that ordinary people can't do. If you can do it, I will give you a chance to love me." He said with a smile in his eyes. It was clear that the smile was deep into the bones, but it was half cold and half indifferent. "May I be as old and hobbled as before, never separated. In this life, I will only remember bamboo horses and green plum blossoms." When he met her, he had made this promise for ten thousand years.