The town is not large, with two modest streets divided by a few inconspicuous old residential buildings.

A grocery store, a hair-cutting room, a bookstore, a noodle shop......

The scene from three years ago appeared in front of Lu Tian's eyes again.

Today is the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, Valentine's Day in China, Lu Tian is here to go on a date with a person, he knows in his heart that that person will not come, and a trace of sadness swept through Lu Tian's heart like a gust of wind.

In a gazebo in a park, Lu Tian sat quietly on a wooden chair, thinking that he had met Bai Yan, a literary young man two years younger than him, at a writers' association pen meeting in the town three years ago.

Bai Yan's skin is as white as clouds in the sky, Bai Yan's hair hangs like wicker by the lake, and Bai Yan's eyes are like shining stars in the night sky......

Bai Yan's shadow was strange and familiar in Lu Tian's memory, he remembered that it was in this pavilion three years ago, Bai Yan read the poem manuscript in his hand to Lu Tian, the voice was gentle and affectionate, and Lu Tian's soul was hooked out at once, and he was intoxicated with the tenderness of Bai Yanshui.

After more than ten days of writing sessions, Lu Tian and Bai Yan became a pair of lovers, and when they separated, they came to this pavilion full of love words again, they hugged each other tightly, kissed, and the sunset was also blushed with shame, and fell into the depths of the jungle half-concealed.

As the sky was getting dark, the sun had set over the valley, and the two agreed to meet here in three years, and to make sure that they would show their achievements - publish the best books as gifts for each other.

Lu Tian and Bai Yan each returned to their own cities, Lu Tian worked as a reporter in a newspaper in City A, and Bai Yan worked as a radio broadcaster in City B, but they never forgot their original agreement, and worked hard to write literary works in their spare time.

In the first year, Lu Tian kept in touch with Bai Yan with his mobile phone, but soon, Bai Yan had no news, and the phone was down, which made Lu Tian anxious.

While Lu Tian was working during the day, he inquired about Bai Yan's news.

Lu Tian thought that Bai Yan had violated the agreement between the two and married someone......

Lu Tian was thinking about some bad results in his mind, his heart was tugged at by an invisible thread every day, and one day, he finally heard the news of Bai Yan from a literary friend, and it turned out to be bad news.

Bai Yan committed suicide by cutting her wrists......

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Lu Tian's sky collapsed, and he couldn't get out of the shadow of losing Bai Yan for a while.

Lu Tian washed his face with tears all day long, borrowing wine to kill his sorrows, he couldn't understand why Bai Yan abandoned him, and what kind of catastrophe she had experienced that could not be solved.

Three years have finally passed, Lu Tian still went to the appointment, he knew that Bai Yan couldn't come, but he had to go, he had to fulfill his original promise, and he sometimes even believed that Bai Yan's soul would definitely come to the appointment.

On the seventh day of July, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the sky went on a date on the flyover.

Lu Tian came to the pavilion alone with fruit and wine.

Lu Tian put the fruit on the plate and poured the wine into the wine glass.

He was going to set up an altar for Bai Yan, and he felt that Bai Yan had turned into mist and came to his side!

"Bai Yan, how can you be willing to abandon me, how can you be willing to abandon me alone!" Lu Tian was sobbing silently as he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the wine glass to the ground, and Lu Tian saw that the ground was soaked with wine, and after a few seconds, it was actually dry.

He shuddered, thinking to himself, could it be that Bai Yan's soul had really come?

"Bai Yan, are you here? If you come, you can respond, it's okay if there is a gust of wind" Lu Tian's voice trembled a little.

A gust of wind really blew, and the leaves next to him rustled, and Lu Tian, an atheist, actually believed that Bai Yan had really come!

Just when Lu Tian wanted to walk down the pavilion and go back, a woman's call suddenly came from behind.

"Lu Tian, is that you?"

Lu Tian turned his head and was suddenly terrified......