Yangzhou, a wealthy southern town, is still as beautiful as yesterday.

Outside the window, the clear sky and the stars are shining, but it has not been connected to the Milky Way that I have been thinking about for a long time.

I remember, though not very clearly, that in that galaxy lived an old friend of mine, and we seemed to have known each other a long, long time ago, but I can't remember how long it was.

I have looked up at the stars more than once, trying to find him, to recall his face, people and things related to him.

But all this is often in vain. He was like a memory of his past life—he couldn't forget it, he couldn't remember it.

I often hear the old people say that after many people die, they will choose to kneel on the side of the Nai He Bridge for eighty-one reincarnations, just not to drink that bowl of Meng Po soup, in order not to forget the most important person in their lives. Or perhaps, in my previous life, I really didn't drink Meng Po soup.

Strange, how important is that person that I am willing to give up this ninety-nine-eighty-one rebirth?

So far, there is no answer. But I'm not going to give up looking.

The stars outside the window gradually lost their light, as if they were obscured by dark clouds. In Yangzhou in June, it's time for a rain.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the wind mixed with the rain to invade the city. The breeze blew in through the gaps in the window screens, bringing with it the scent of flowers. This iris is finally blooming, the atmospheric purple, the smart petals, it is really my favorite flower.

Call a friend and tell him the good news. But he was ridiculed. Iris, what a fragrance. Flipping out of my phone to check, indeed, this flower does not have a taste. However, I did smell it, it was the girl in purple who emanated, faintly, penetrating the whole breath.

Could it be that this flower is also related to that old friend? Is that what he smells like? I don't know.

Before you know it, it's late at night. Due to the weather, apart from the sound of rain, there was no sound of passers-by outside the window. I'm afraid that the whole Yangzhou is only lit up with my desk lamp.

I closed the window, turned off the lights, and sat quietly at the table. Tomorrow is the deadline, and if you can't hand in the hand-drawing, you have to pack up your things and get out.

The boss of the game software company I work for is a notoriously cunning boss. Every task must be completed to the letter, otherwise, the punishment can be regarded as varied. The new game "Yuluo Allure" is in the final stage, but the image design of the main characters has not been finalized. The boss just fired Xiaoxin in the design department a few days ago, and pushed this boss on me, but my eyes were swollen into pandas, and I still didn't come up with a suitable image. Look, death is coming. Sleepiness at all.

Turning the pages of the album, page by page, it is all painstaking efforts. It records every time I stay up all night, every time I go out of school, every time I am overjoyed. Every character seems to be his shadow, handsome and tall, but he is not the best of him. The best of him, what does he look like, isn't he kneeling by the bridge for too long, and his brain is also blown stupid?

Determined to die, I covered myself with the quilt and lay down. There's no way to accept an imperfect image, so, until I think about it, I don't want to put pen to paper.

The tense nerves that had been tense for many days finally relaxed in this cool night. I also had a warm dream, in which there was a young man, his back, so familiar, so familiar......

It's him! That's right! That boy, I can finally think of you.

Long black hair, hanging down to the waist, jasper hairpin is inserted horizontally on the top of the head, dressed in white, clean and beautiful, with a fan in his hand, full of treasure. Graceful when meditating, like the wind when walking, cold when silent, moving when talking and laughing. He has the appearance of a captivating city, as well as the world's martial arts, the fans in his hands are closed one by one, the feathers are falling all over the sky, soft and rigid, invincible.

When I woke up from my sleep, I hastily drew this image.

It's him, presumably, he will be able to capture the hearts of boys and girls.

It's him, my old friend who lives in the galaxy. Counting eighty-one reincarnations, there should be a thousand years.

"Hey:

What happened to my old friend who doesn't know his name, a thousand years ago?

Where are you and do you remember me?

You have probably been reincarnated for a few lifetimes, or maybe you are like me, waiting for thousands of years in order not to forget?

Old friend, are irises your favorite? Isn't it that you can smell that aroma too, it's different?

Old friend, you are still the same in the album, you have not grown old, you have not changed.

Old friend, I did the math, we were probably in the war-torn Northern and Southern Dynasties, and the later lord Li Yu was my favorite lyricist, have I met him? Is he the same as what is written in the book?

Old friend, I don't remember where we live. Is it in Yangzhou? Are we eunuchs or commoners?

Old friend, do you remember Daming Temple? Is that where we once met?

Suddenly, there are so many questions that I want to ask you, I want to give you a letter, and I don't know what kind of postmark to stamp before I can send it to you.

Can I still find you?

The most ridiculous thing is, what's your name? I couldn't remember it after all.

However, those children gave you a very good name in the game: Ye Tianyu.

I'm sure you'll love it too, right? Anyway, I like it a lot. ”

After writing this letter, I sandwiched him in the album and fell asleep with him.

After all, I don't believe that there is really such a long fate, long enough to cross the long river of history. After all, we live in this era, stable and busy. Maybe after a long time, I will forget you and forget those vague stories.

That's it, memories of you.

Han Luo's monologue, this is the end. After all, she still didn't find Ye Tianyu, and she didn't get back her memories. But perhaps, this is not a good thing for her. Because, once, he was not the person she imagined. It can be said that Ye Tianyu is the only guardian in Han Luo's life, but Han Luo is just a stepping stone in Ye Tianyu's life. That's it.

She would not have thought that thousands of years ago, she was such a person, and outside of his aura, it was still terrifying. She wouldn't have thought that she was the same era as Li Yu, and Li Yu liked her so much. She would never have thought that her life was just a victim of others. She is not an official eunuch, nor is she a commoner.

I wrote this article just to miss my Hanluo, she is such a beautiful woman, and she was born at the wrong time. Clever, resolute, loyal, and righteous are not just a fragment of the ruins of the times.

To live is to die. Death is also life.