Buddha said: Only by cultivating a hundred generations can you cross the same boat, and only by cultivating a thousand generations can you sleep with the same pillow, looking back five hundred times in the previous life, and rubbing shoulders in this life.

What everyone sees and encounters has been arranged for a long time, everything is fate, fate arises and dies, fate gathers and disperses, everything is providence.

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"We can write a book about both of us, can you write it down?" Liu Yun looked at Xiao Yi sideways, as if he was asking for his opinion, and as if he was talking to himself.

"I just want to keep this in my heart, only the two of us know." Xiao Yi took over the conversation, recalling the past in his mind, recalling the bits and pieces of the two, at that time he really didn't want the third person to share their relationship story, although he remembered that Liu Yun had said this for the second time.

This was the year Xiao Yat graduated from university, and it was also the last time he and Liu Yun were together, and they never saw each other again, and more than 20 years have passed.

Over the years, he had dreamed of her more than once, and his memories were often vague when he woke up, and then slowly forgotten.

Last night, I dreamed of her in a half-asleep and half-awake way, and it was difficult to fall asleep after being awakened, tossing and turning several times, and the memories that I thought had been forgotten for so many years turned out to be just sealed in a certain corner, and after being awakened, a steady stream of them emerged in my mind, bringing him back to the ups and downs of those years......

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