However, the moment he stretched out his hand, the golden light gate in front of him collapsed in an instant. Li Bai suddenly felt that one of the hardest ribs in his body was pulled away, and the empty chest cavity was filled with a surging cold air.

"Sir, are you alright, do you need a drink?" the stewardess didn't know when she stood beside Li Baidi and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, thank you!" Li Bai shook his head.

The flight attendant returned to the service area, and the radio in the cabin sounded again: "Passengers, this passenger plane will arrive at Beijing Capital Airport in 15 minutes, please fasten your seat belts, and please turn off all electronic items from now until the plane arrives, and please put away your small table and seat back." Thank you!"

"Dear friends, we only have the last fifteen minutes left on our journey, and we will soon land at Beijing Airport. The lark thanks the trust and companionship of the pro, after the landing, you can choose the lark's good friend - the clouded leopard, continue to serve you. ”

"Mengmeng, you haven't been back for almost seven years. Tong Yumo held her daughter's hand tightly, and felt a lot of emotion in her heart, "Seven years have changed too much, the day after tomorrow, my mother will ride that time machine with you, life is impermanent, and my mother will never share with you again." ”

Tong Meng stared at the white hair on her mother's head with tears in her eyes, and couldn't help but think of many years ago, when her mother was always clamoring to force her to use tweezers to help her pull out her white hair. Anyway, when she got home in a while, she wanted to help her mother pluck her gray hair one last time, and she believed that she would be able to do it.

When the flight attendant made another announcement in English, the Boeing 777 was already hovering over Beijing, and Li Bai was looking out the window for a bird's-eye view of the city. The thick haze gathers here, and the black clouds in the sky are surging, just like the scene of the end in the movie, which is really numb. Li Bai simply packed up the luggage scattered on the seat, and an oblong painting tube slipped off the seat.

Tong Meng looked at the haunting city of Beijing in the air, the sky was as blue as washing, and the air seemed to have a refreshing smell. Seven years ago, when she was 20 years old, she returned home for the last time in the summer, and it was her last summer vacation at school, when Beijing, New York, and London, the three most famous cities on Earth, were designated as the "headquarters of the Galactic Alliance" at the same time. Looking at the spotless Beijing in front of her, she couldn't help but look at her mother, who was busy packing her luggage, and it was hard for her to imagine that Beijing was full of smog every day when her mother was young.

Tong Mengmeng stepped forward to help his mother clean up together, and accidentally knocked over a whole stack of sketches to the ground.

On June 19, 2017, the surface temperature in Beijing reached 37°C, and the Central Meteorological Observatory just issued an orange warning for high temperatures. In the afternoon, the wind was blowing, the air was still hot and dry, and the air conditioning in the shopping malls was turned on very low. At 13:14, Li Bai's Boeing 777 arrived at the capital airport, and the passenger plane circled over the airport, waiting for the notice of the air traffic control department to allow landing.

On June 19, 2047, at 13:14, the lark flying machine that Tong Meng was riding flew to Beijing Capital Airport every second. At different times and in the same space, Li Bai unfolded the painting in the painting tube and looked at the woman on the painting attentively. It was a portrait of the lord of Qingjue that he had drawn from his own memory a long time ago, she was dressed in a gorgeous and bright Hu dress, slim and graceful like a fairy, but her face was blurred, because the author of the painting suffered from severe facial blindness. Even so, the figure and silhouette of the county lord of Qingjue on this portrait are almost exactly the same as Tong Meng.

Tong Meng also just bent down, picked up a sketch from the carriage with difficulty, and looked at the man on the painting with a mind full of doubts. It was a stylish and handsome man wearing a delicate white trench coat and white gloves. And his face was hidden in the glare of the sun. If the picture becomes clearer little by little, you will find that this man is the lonely deacon Li Bai.

"Qingjue, I'm here in Beijing again, and now it's the capital. It's a city we've never lived in before. But it doesn't matter, you know, I have a long future ahead of me, and I'm sure I'll find you someday. Li Bai looked at the portrait of the county lord of Qingjue, and his heart was full of unwavering will.

"Hello, stranger. I'm back in Beijing, which is my hometown. I don't know who you are or if I'll ever get a chance to meet you...... You know, I don't want to accept it, but they all think my time is running out. Can you imagine this feeling? I don't know if I will ever see you for the rest of my life, maybe you are no longer in this world, so you keep dreaming for me, so when I die, can I meet you in that place called heaven?" There are many, many words buried in the heart of the child's dream, and they are myriad, like moths scurrying around.

"How can you live together and not die?" Li Bai read a sad poem towards the portrait, which could best express his state of mind at the moment.

Thirty years later, Tong Meng, in the same space, miraculously pronounced the next line of this poem: "How can we die together...... Two Meets, One ...... Twin Bone Waste...... In the mountains. ”

After Li Bai finished reading this sentence, he kissed the girl on the painting affectionately.

After Tong Meng finished reading the next sentence, he closed his eyes and kissed the man in the painting.

In this moment, time seems to stand still. The thick haze overlapped with the clear blue sky, the clumsy Boeing 777 merged with the dexterous lark, Li Bai and Tong Meng came face to face, the tip of their noses touched lightly, and all the sweet words in the world flew to their fiery lips, vying to describe this kiss that was so beautiful that it made people cry.

This kiss seemed to release a heavy dream.

This kiss vaguely touched the thousand-year-old lovesickness.