That night, Tang Yao had a dream, and the sun was shining in the dream, and the breeze was gentle. There was a valley in front of Tang Yao's eyes, surrounded by birds and flowers, and the sweet fragrance that came to his face made Tang Yao feel a little fluttery. There is a high platform in the valley, and occasionally there is the sound of a long piano, which drifts in the depths and shallows. Tang Yao wanted to go up and take a look, but suddenly felt that his body was lighter, his legs hadn't been much hard, and his body had already swayed and floated. The body floated higher and higher, Tang Yao saw a man in white with long hair sitting on the high platform, saw her appear, stopped the piano and got up, slowly walked towards her, stretched out a pair of white hands to take her into his arms from a high place, and called softly, "Yao'er, you are finally back." ”

Tang Yao's head was on the man's chin, and his nose was slammed into the man's shoulder blades, and he was a little stuffy. Xu is man has really waited for a long time, and now he holds Tang Yao in his arms, and he doesn't want to let go at all. Tang Yao didn't push it away because this embrace was really warm, like a bedding in the early morning in winter, which made people extremely nostalgic, and they couldn't help but want to leave.

Thinking of the futon, Tang Yao's consciousness began to return to its place a little, is it time to get up again?

"Tang Yao, your alarm clock has been ringing for so long, hasn't it woken you up?" Tang Yao was vaguely shouting, but the dream was so beautiful that she didn't want to wake up, and she couldn't really hear what the person was shouting.

"The high priest is here, Yao'er, you go quickly." The man in white in the dream suddenly pushed Tang Yao away, turned around and pulled out the matching sword on his waist and danced in the air.

Suddenly, the man vomited blood, turned around and shouted Tang Yao's name with difficulty, and finally only said "Don't come back." ”

Tang Yao was a little overwhelmed by such a plot, but the pain in her heart was as real as being there, and the wisps of emotion were surging, and Tang Yao's heart was a little breathless.

Tang Yao struggled, wanting to go back and look at the man's face again. This time, Tang Yao wanted to remember him and deeply engraved him in his heart. Even though the years have changed and the Yiren are no longer there, Tang Yao can still take him to heart, the sea is dry and the stones are rotten, and he will no longer be alone in lovesickness.

"Tang Yao, why is it so hard to get you up?"

The male protagonist is dead, isn't the role of the high priest offline?

Tang Yao woke up suddenly, the high priest in and out of his dream was not something Tang Yao could easily provoke.

"Mom, I'm already up." Tang Yao immediately jumped up from the bed, and then sighed, but it was a pity that the beautiful scenery of that good day, the white-skinned and beautiful man in white.

Thinking about it carefully, the man's figure was somewhat similar to Chang Jian's. Tang Yao smiled bitterly, thinking about it day and dreaming at night.

Tang Yao thought it was fate, a sports student actually came to learn sketching, such an unprecedented thing can happen to her, isn't it a great fate that no coincidence can be written. I never thought that in just two weeks, my dream would be shattered.

It was difficult for Tang Yao to return to the afternoon class, did Tang Yao really have to wait until Chang Jian became ill and died of sacrifice for himself?

Tang Yao decided to write another letter, firstly, to comfort Chang Jian's injured heart, and secondly, to encourage lovers to go hand in hand in order to have a better future.

As everyone knows, Tang Yao has been amorous from the beginning. Since this ignorant girl had never admitted that her so-called letters were love letters in the first place, why should she expect the same return for the advances and retreats she had imposed on others.

Tang Yao didn't know that this was the last letter she wrote to Chang Jian without a response.

But fortunately, this love affair started with Tang Yao's first letter, and it should be up to her to write it herself. This relationship that ended without a problem can be regarded as having a beginning and an end here.