This place is left with only the Yellow Crane Tower

At that time, Jiang He did not notice Fang Qiqi's dejection, but simply asked with curiosity: "Is it called a parrot? Did you name it?"

Jiang He glared at her and said, "Don't even think about it!"

Her lips and teeth were icy, the smell of smoke still lingering, as the two stared at each other wide-eyed. Fang Qiqi laughed heartily, patting Jiang He on the shoulder as she apologized, "I just wanted to give it a try, all the various experiences in the world, the seven emotions and six desires, I want to try them all."

She has a tattoo on her ankle, five flowers on one foot, totaling ten roses. Jiang He asked her what it meant, and she tilted her head and replied nonchalantly: "One flower for each year, after ten years, they will chain my feet here, preventing me from leaving"

However, just then, the plot was unexpectedly changed. A girl wearing a striped tank top and sporting a messy leopard hairstyle turned around and smiled, asking: When your family is happy and harmonious, and you look up at the sky, can you remember that there is a star that belongs to me

Jiang He thus remained on Beidao. He would sleep until the sun was high in the sky every day, and together with Fang Qiqi, they would go to the roadside stalls to eat. In the afternoon, the two of them would go to pick mangoes and coconuts. He would climb the trees and knock down many ripe coconuts at once, while the parrot would jump up, resting its big belly on the coconuts, rolling around like it was playing with a ball

Jiang He settled down at Fang Qiqi's home, residing in the room next to hers. After he took a shower, she brought him a bowl of chilled mung bean soup, saying that he had a tiring journey and should drink some mung bean soup to cool down.

Jiang He remained silent, refusing to respond to her jokes. Her complexion grew increasingly worse, and her body weakened; she knew her time was limited, often mentioning the word "death".

Fang Qiqi clumsily climbed onto Jiang He’s back, drowsily wrapping her arms around his neck, nearly causing him to gasp for breath. He walked slowly step by step in the direction of home, with the sea behind him being swallowed by the night, while a parrot proudly followed at his feet. The sea breeze carried the scent of alcohol from the girl to Jiang He’s nose, suddenly reminding him of a certain hot summer in his memories, when as a youth he had secretly tasted alcohol for the first time, choking and coughing from the spiciness.

They lived together in the medical clinic, and the boy made a whistle from grass leaves, playing a tune for Fang Qiqi, "Let's go, let's go, one must learn to grow up on their own." He said his parents punished him by making him copy books, the "Book of Songs," "Tang Poetry," and "Song Lyrics." The mischievous boy stared blankly at the fine brush, so Fang Qiqi took the pen from his hand and began to write for him from the first line: "The ospreys call, on the islet in the river." He said his parents punished him by making him copy books, the "Book of Songs," "Tang Poetry," and "Song Lyrics." The mischievous boy stared blankly at the fine brush, so Fang Qiqi took the pen from his hand and began to write for him from the first line: "The ospreys call, on the islet in the river."

Fang Qiqi sat upright, shaking the bamboo tube in her hand, exuding the demeanor of a fortune teller, and smiled as she asked: "As for love, career, and destiny, may I ask what you seek, dear guest?"

It seems to be a story I like, written in the summer of 2013, about a poem I love

I only wish that when singing and toasting, the moonlight will shine long in the golden goblet

She then added: "However, the price will not be too cheap, as you may be the only customer of this establishment this summer"

If in this life there is no power to reminisce, then let it be delayed a little, we shall meet in the heavens.

No. 1 The ancient ones have already taken the yellow crane away

After the tsunami, Jiang He received the news that Shen Xi was critically ill. He brought Fang Qiqi's blood and, just as he had come, endured a bumpy journey back to Beijing to deliver the blood to Shen Xi. By this time, it was already the end of summer, and he suddenly found himself unaccustomed to Beijing's dry weather. He suffered from a high fever for three days and nights, compounded by his exhausting travels, leading the doctor to say that he had emotional burdens accumulating.

At this moment, the setting sun cast its glow upon Fang Qiqi's cheeks, and Jiang He felt an overwhelming hatred for the sense of relief he had once experienced.

How cruel life is, regardless of how much dissatisfaction, unfulfilled desires, or regrets one may have, when the time comes, one can only depart empty-handed. Jiang He felt a wave of inexplicable sadness; he could find no words to comfort her and could only keep repeating his apologies

Her painting was clumsy, yet he alone understood everything. The ancients have already ridden the yellow crane away, leaving only the empty Yellow Crane Tower here. That was the marriage fortune slip he requested when they first met; at that time, he thought it was Shen Xi's death slip, and in a fit of anger, he broke the bamboo slip inscribed with her most beloved verses in half

Jiang He hesitated for a moment and said: "I am sorry"

Jiang He utilized all the financial resources and assets at his disposal, ultimately discovering that there was still one woman with type P blood in the country. She lived in a small town facing the sea, with extremely inconvenient transportation, almost isolated from the world. Holding a photo of Fang Qiqi, Jiang He silently thanked God a thousand times in his heart. Then, filled with joy, he thought he had finally reached his destination, only to be doused with cold water by a devastating sign from Fang Qiqi. It was no wonder he flew into a rage and broke her sign.

At the age of fourteen, Fang Qiqi briefly left Beidao. At that time, her mother was still alive. In order to treat her illness, her mother took her to travel across the country, spending all their savings. Later, having heard about a renowned old Chinese medicine doctor, her mother took her to seek medical help.

She smiled and said, "I have known for a long time, you see, in the grand scheme of things, we are quite fated. If we were to change our identities and the time, perhaps we could even become lovers"

When she had nothing to do, Fang Qiqi would sit on the cool mat and paint her nails. Her two feet and a pair of hands were painted like a colorful palette, and she would cheekily stretch them in front of Jiang He, asking him: "How does it look?"

The next day, he encountered Shen Xi, who was dressed in a white garment, and he thought, perhaps this is fate

Returning to Fang Qiqi's home, a breeze swept through the hallway. She sat on the threshold, gazing at the blue sky, and softly spoke: "The parrot has died"

In his youth, he was full of passion and could not comprehend the sorrow that had been passed down for thousands of years. Bathed in sunlight, he waved goodbye to her and said farewell. Subsequently, he indulged in a life of extravagance, reveling in nightly festivities, nourished by life to the point where he had long forgotten what year it was. Naturally, he cast aside the promises of his youth. Even when he saw Fang Qiqi's photograph and her address in Beidao from the hospital, he did not recall even the slightest memory.

Not just a bad omen, but a downright disastrous one. The other party took the bamboo stick, glanced at it without a second thought, broke it in half with both hands, and then gently tossed it aside, discarding it at Fang Cici's feet

Then, fate took its twists and turns. On a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, he, weary from his travels, pushed open her bamboo door, and the sound of the wind chimes resonated throughout an entire summer

Jiang He felt sentimental and spoke with difficulty: "I assure you, both Xiaoxi and I will never forget you"

On that evening, Beidao was struck by a tsunami, and everyone stayed indoors, afraid to venture outside. Jiang He and Fang Qiqi sat together in the small attic on the third floor, as dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to destroy it. He painted for her while she sat on the window sill, dressed in a white cotton dress, gazing out the window. The raging river resembled the end of the world

After Shen Xi recovered, Jiang He went alone to the Yellow Crane Tower. It was the coldest winter day of the year, and a heavy snowfall blanketed Wuchang.

She seems like a fairy who has mistakenly wandered into the mortal realm, no wonder the heavens are in such a hurry to summon her back up to the sky

When did that happen? About ten years ago, he can hardly remember. In recent years, he has rarely drunk alcohol. Shen Xi is a gentle girl, and he has begun to learn to be courteous and refined, leaving behind the impulsive and vengeful self of his youth in the passage of time

All her loneliness, solitude, and profound emotions are buried together within this painting

I am sorry, Jiang He," she said, cradling his head in her hands, pressing her forehead against his. Tears streamed from the corners of their eyes as she choked out, "I am sorry, Jiang He.

Jiang He strode forward and called out to her: "Fang Qiqi!"

"Will you love me?" She turned her head to ask Jiang He, looking into his eyes, and slowly said, "As a favored child of heaven, possessing beauty and a bright future, are you willing to give up everything to love me?"

Of course not, Fang Qiqi shook her head, "We merely made a casual agreement, just like saying goodbye or see you next time every day. However, many people part ways for years and truly never meet again. He was just politely bidding me farewell, it was my own insistence to wait.

How could it be? They stepped forward, snatching the singer's guitar and microphone. She sang a song "The Flying Woman's Legend," while he accompanied her beside her, "The world surrounds me, swearing to be together until death, as magnificent as a wedding on a cliff."

Jiang He shook his head and said, "Drink less alcohol, it is not good for the heart"

He did not encounter such a person, and he finally compromised with fate, transforming himself from a sharp and dazzling sword into a sturdy and heavy shield

Jiang He knelt by the seaside, finally unable to restrain himself and let out a long, resonant howl

No. 6 This place is left vacant by the Yellow Crane Tower

In the summer of 2004, Beidao was still a seaside town that had not yet been labeled as a tourist destination. The sunlight here was as fervent as the phoenix flowers, and the sea breeze was calm. No one could foresee its future appearance, filled with bright lights, bustling crowds, and vibrant nightlife.

First, many years later, if you occasionally see the stars in the night sky, can you think of a girl who once lived briefly in this world, her name was Fang Qiqi

Why had he never thought of it? He hoped she would have a clean and neat short haircut. She had long arms and legs, and her skin was tanned to a healthy wheat color by the sun. When she smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons. She had the same tattoo as him, and they played music and sang together by the roadside. She sat on the back seat of his motorcycle, laughing and dancing with her hands and feet.

Seeing Jiang He in displeasure, Fang Qiqi smiled as she peeled a mango and handed it to him. She blinked at him playfully, and Jiang He's expression changed: "What are you doing?"

Many years ago, when I first read Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower," I was lying on my desk, gazing at the sunset outside the window, and felt an overwhelming sense of sadness

The infatuation of youth, after a decade of accumulation, has ultimately transformed into love or merely become an obsession; she can no longer distinguish between the two

The large tabby cat beside Fang Qiqi, known for being "lazy and gluttonous," was startled and let out a "meow" before hiding behind her. However, Fang Qiqi was not afraid at all; she smiled and regretfully bent down to pick up the bamboo stick, shaking her head: "This is my favorite poem, and you are the first person to draw it."

The sea and sky merge into one, the blue sky drifts leisurely, the Yellow Crane has departed, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower to be passed down through the ages

The residents taking a stroll at night surrounded them tightly, with applause echoing continuously. Fang Qiqi smiled and made a gesture of tipping her hat, bowing gracefully to Jiang He: "I am very pleased to share the stage with you tonight"

The sound of her voice and her smile still linger, yet the beauty has departed

The young man walked up to Fang Qiqi, removed the straw hat he had casually bought by the roadside, revealing a remarkably handsome face that was strikingly different from the rough features of the locals

He grew up like every ordinary boy once did. One winter, it rained in Beijing. That night, he had a dream in which a girl wearing a white cotton dress sat under a locust tree, softly humming a tuneless melody. The sunlight fell upon her, making it difficult for him to see her face clearly

However, she said slowly and sorrowfully, "Not being able to see him for the last time remains my lifelong regret"

"Do you love her?" Fang Qiqi asked Jiang He once again

He had actually remembered long ago, that summer ten years ago, the continuous chirping of cicadas and the girl in the white cotton dress. At that time, he was mischievous and was sent by his parents to his grandfather's house in the distant countryside to open a clinic, where he was punished every day to copy a thick stack of poetry. The girl with short hair standing behind him softly recited: "Though separated, we are of one heart; sorrow shall be our end."

The boy secretly took her out to play, and they stole a buddy's motorcycle. She sat on the back seat, shyly wrapping her arms around his slender waist. He rode the motorcycle at high speed, scaring her to the point of crying and shouting. When they returned at night, they were discovered by the old Chinese medicine doctor, who was so angry that he punished him to kneel in the courtyard for an entire night. In the humid summer rain, he remained silent, gritting his teeth and holding his head high.

He owes her an apology and a lifetime of tears

This is the most important reason why Jiang He has been tirelessly searching for Fang Qiqi. Whether she is willing or not, her twenty-fifth birthday is imminent. In Jiang He's eyes, she is already considered half dead.

So until today, when I close my eyes, I can still vividly recall a girl with short hair sitting on a bamboo mat, hearing the sound of the wind chimes as a boy pushed open the door, turning her head under the setting sun to reveal a gentle smile to him

In this heavy snowfall, Jiang He once again thought of Fang Qiqi. She bloomed like summer flowers, never having experienced a harsh winter in her life. He closed his eyes, and her voice seemed to resonate in his ears

Where is my hometown at dusk

I waited for him for a full ten years. Perhaps ten years is merely a fleeting moment for many, neither long nor short, just a thought in passing. Fang Qiqi smiled gently as she gazed at the sea, the waves continuously lapping at her feet. Beyond the sea, the sky was filled with the glow of sunset, it was already close to dusk. However, for me, ten years has already been a lifetime.

She turned around, the sea breeze tousling her short hair. She looked at Jiang He, her expression bewildered, and murmured softly, "Why is it you?"

She is the girl most qualified to complain about the unfairness of fate that he has ever encountered, yet she forgave it all and gently said thank you to this world. She expressed her gratitude to him, thanking him for accompanying her on the final journey, making her departure less lonely. Her final wishes were nothing more than this.

The stone tablet in front of the building has been covered by heavy snow. The crane by the river half-squats down, slowly scraping away the snow on top with his bare hands. His hands are frozen, red and swollen, and the timeless verses inscribed on the tablet gradually reveal themselves: "The ancient ones have already ridden the yellow crane away, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower here."

The handsome young man smiled, did not answer, but instead asked Fang Qiqi: "What about you? Have you ever loved anyone?"

Do you hate him

As soon as the words were spoken, both individuals were taken aback. Fang Qiqi raised her head to look at him and said calmly: "So you knew."

Since childhood, I have heard adults say that the stars in the sky are the souls of the deceased on earth," Fang Qiqi smiled and turned her head to ask Jiang He, "I am willing to donate my bone marrow to your beloved, can you agree to three of my requests

As summer came to an end, they all had to return to their respective cities. Fang Qiqi neatly wrote down her address in Beidao on a piece of paper and handed it to him. He promised her that one day, he would come to find her

In front of the two individuals lay a coconut each, and Jiang He began to recount his past to Fang Qicai in a scattered manner. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he was a young man dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, living a carefree life, relying on his prominent family background and handsome appearance to indulge in the pleasures of life. He was often late, skipped classes, and at night would change out of his school uniform, leading a group of people as they swaggered down the streets, squandering money and youth, living without restraint. He had many female companions, changing them like a revolving lantern, each one more beautiful than the last. He was often late, skipped classes, and at night would change out of his school uniform, leading a group of people as they swaggered down the streets, squandering money and youth, living without restraint. He had many female companions, changing them like a revolving lantern, each one more beautiful than the last.

They gazed at each other, the distance of mere inches felt farther than the ends of the earth. She finally turned her head and softly said: "You will not, just like him, will never come."

The fourteen-year-old boy in my memory, with a delicate face, opened his arms to her by the window and smiled, saying: "Girl, jump down, I will catch you."

"You can't control me," she said with a smile. "I can go out and rent a motorcycle by myself. My skills are poor, and if I lose my mind and crash into a cliff, it would be a double tragedy, and your little Xi would be doomed as well.

That night, Fang Qiqi took Jiang He to the seaside to gaze at the stars. The distant lighthouse flickered intermittently, and the sky was filled with countless stars, a sight that the bustling metropolis could never witness.

"It doesn't matter," Fang Qiqi said with a calm smile. After a moment, she added, "Tomorrow I will accompany you for your blood test; this is probably the last thing I can do in my life."

I am lacking in knowledge and ability, and can only write such a story for the poems I admire

Jiang He indeed began to teach Fang Qiqi how to paint. She did not have the time to paint eggs like Da Vinci; instead, he taught her to sketch. They spent an entire afternoon sitting by the sea, under the blue sky and white clouds, and both of them got sunburned. Jiang He rolled up his short sleeves, and his arms became two different shades. Even the parrot was unwilling to join them in their antics.

Fang Qiqi did not respond to Jiang He’s request made for Shen Xi, and Jiang He did not urge her. He went to the stationery store to buy a drawing board, paints, and brushes, setting up an easel across from Fang Qiqi to paint her. The girl had very short hair, resembling a small leopard; her features were youthful, and she wore a blue and white striped tank top, looking only about seventeen or eighteen years old. Due to the strong ultraviolet rays in Beidao, her skin had a slight tan, which was different from all the fair and delicate girls he knew.

Fang Qiqi interrupted him: "Have you ever loved them?"

At that moment, Jiang He suddenly recalled various memories from his youth. Back then, he was so indifferent to everything, trying to appear cool and charming, racing through life, believing that was what it meant to be alive. He was in a period of heartbreak, with girls shyly handing him love letters, and he smiled as he returned each one. When others asked him, "Have you ever thought about what your ideal partner looks like?"

At that time, you were so small. Fang Qiqi said to the parrot, "Abandoned in the rain, with a pair of round and large eyes, it evokes a sense of compassion in people."

At that time, he smiled as he rolled up the car window. What could Jiang He be afraid of? Yet he was mistaken; he had never considered that the cost would be so painful. In this way, he missed the love that should have blossomed between him and her

The next day, Jiang He knocked on her door. She lay quietly on the cool mat, wearing the white cotton dress from when she was fourteen, a smile still lingering at the corners of her mouth. The boy outside the door kept knocking forcefully, thud, thud, thud, yet there was no response.

If in this life there is no power to reminisce, then let it be delayed a little, and we shall meet in the heavens

Can you ride a motorcycle

She sat cross-legged on the cool mat, smiling as she said to him, "Hello"

He also took her to play in the bamboo forest behind the clinic. During the summer, there are often sudden rain showers. While they were hurrying back down the mountain, they suddenly heard a faint cry. Following the sound, they parted the bamboo and looked over, discovering a small abandoned kitten, no bigger than a palm, drenched from the rain and already on the verge of death

After Fang Qiqi's passing, Jiang He finally saw a painting she had created while hiding in her room, which was also the reason why she had implored him to teach her how to paint

Jiang He scattered her ashes by the parrot's grave, which had accompanied her for ten years. She hoped that on the vast road to the afterlife, it could accompany her once more on this final journey. Beyond the cliff, the sea stretched calmly into the distance, the air was humid, and seagulls circled and cried out. The ever-bright and brilliant sun of Beidao pierced her eyes, causing tears to fall in large drops.

He dragged his weak body to bow and apologize to Shen Xi's parents, and then, disregarding his family's opposition, hurried back to Beidao overnight. He bought her brightly colored nail polish and a high-quality wolf hair brush, so that she could write many, many poems. She was full of ink and whimsical ideas, and it was best if only he understood her.

It was at that time that Fang Qiqi discovered her remarkable memory. After copying a poem once, she could recite it with about eighty to ninety percent accuracy

Suddenly, Jiang He felt a dampness behind him; he knew that Fang Qiqi was crying

Fang Qiqi sat cross-legged on the bamboo mat, swaying her head as she recited poetry. Just as she finished the line "Parting is easy, meeting again is hard," someone pushed the door open, causing the wind chimes on the door curtain to jingle. Fang Qiqi turned her head to look, and saw a young man with a messy head of short hair. His white T-shirt was already wrinkled, and he wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, holding a black travel bag in his hand, looking travel-worn.

When they returned, they found the parrot lazily resting under the coconut tree, enjoying the shade. As summer grew increasingly hot, the parrot, which was already known for its laziness, had completely refused to move. It was only when Fang Qiqi picked it up that it let out a lethargic "meow".

At dusk, Jiang He took down the painting and handed it to Fang Qiqi. In the painting, a girl is sitting on a mat, grinning with her eyes squinted into a line. Fang Qiqi, surprised, let out a whistle and carefully took the painting, mimicking the smile of the girl in the painting. Then she said earnestly: "I didn't realize you were such a good painter."

In the evening, they went to a barbecue restaurant to eat seafood, where a wandering singer was playing guitar and singing by the roadside. Fang Qiqi smiled and beckoned to Jiang He with her finger, playfully asking, "Hey, playboy, can you play the guitar?"

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes the balance of yin and yang, yet it cannot treat her congenital illness. Her mother, having no other choice and needing to rush off to work, left Fang Qiqi at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, allowing her to regulate her health and learn some knowledge about herbal medicine, which could only be beneficial.

Shen Xi's parents also came in person, crying as they thanked him while discussing the wedding date with his parents. He had known Shen Xi for three years, at the age of twenty-four or twenty-five, which was neither too early nor too late; thus, his life was settled in this manner. Everyone, including him at that time, believed that it should be this way.

Fang Qiqi settled alone in the bamboo house in the backyard of the medical clinic, where the shop assistants taught her to recognize herbs such as Angelica, Astragalus, Poria, and Ligustrum. The water moon shirt exuded a faint scent of traditional Chinese medicine, bringing her both joy and a sense of loneliness.

Jiang He suddenly felt a sharp sensation in his throat, as if he had downed a strong liquor in one gulp. Looking at Fang Qiqi's young yet pale face, he was rendered speechless by the pain.

So how can one blame her for being unable to forget? Her life is too lonely and fleeting, like a firework that vanishes in an instant. The remaining beauty is all that she can rely on.

Girlfriend

As dusk passed, Jiang He finished his bath, but he searched the entire house and could not find Fang Qiqi. Just as Jiang He was about to return to his room to play games, a parrot suddenly appeared from somewhere, biting his flip-flop and refusing to let go. While drying his hair with a towel, Jiang He squatted down suspiciously, mimicking Fang Qiqi's gesture to stroke the parrot's head. The parrot then called out and led him out of Fang Qiqi's house

This summer, Jiang He was idly passing the time. Fang Qiqi, just like when they first met yesterday, sat cross-legged on the cool mat reciting poetry. With nothing to do, Jiang He sat across from Fang Qiqi playing on his PSP, turning the volume up to the maximum, creating a cacophony of sounds during intense battles, deliberately trying to disturb her. However, it wasn't long before Jiang He realized that Fang Qiqi was completely unfazed by the external noise; her memory was astonishing, almost photographic.

Once the Yellow Crane has departed, it shall not return

She faced the sea, waiting day after day, but what was he doing at that time

No, he thought for a moment, "The two characters 'wen' and 'Huang He', both sides are 'wen'."

The kitten poked its head out from under the blanket and let out a delicate "meow".

The last time she saw him, he plucked bamboo leaves to make a bookmark for her and gifted her a large stack of poetry books. He said, "When I meet a girl with a great memory who can recite many, many ancient poems, I will know that it is you"

"No." Fang Qiqi crouched down and gently stroked the parrot's head, repeating, "It wasn't me."

As Jiang He got off the bus, Fang Qiqi was waiting for him under a dilapidated plastic canopy. She handed him a chilled coconut juice, and the phoenix flowers seemed to be even more vibrant than when he had left. Perhaps only Beidao is eternally summer.

It was only then that he realized that both his name and hers originated from the same poem

The ancients have already taken the yellow crane away, leaving only the empty Yellow Crane Tower here. Once the yellow crane has departed, it does not return, and the white clouds drift aimlessly for a thousand years. The clear river reveals the trees of Hanyang, while the fragrant grass flourishes on Parrot Island. As dusk falls, where is my hometown? The misty waves on the river evoke a sense of sorrow.

The parrot is dead she repeated The parrot is dead he will not come back again

The next day, he asked her what illness she had. She cautiously covered it up, saying it was just physical weakness. He breathed a sigh of relief and said he thought she had really gotten into serious trouble

Jiang He felt very sad and did not know how to comfort her. He sat down beside her, and the sound of the wind chimes rang out in waves.

Jiang He was furious, strode forward and snatched the cigarette from her hand, then fiercely patted her head. In the blink of an eye, she leaned in and kissed his lips like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Thirdly," she looked into his eyes, "can you accompany me to finish this last journey?"

If life were only as it was at first sight, now when I think back, I can only feel that fate plays tricks on people

Fang Qiqi fell silent, no longer pressing him for answers. In this vibrant world, amidst the lovebirds and butterflies, who does not harbor a secret longing that they are willing to share only with the mountain moon

She left her last words in this world, she said, "Thank you."

Thus, everyone came to him and said that it was he who saved Shen Xi, and they could rest assured.

Jiang He fell silent, turned off the game sound, and ceased to speak

She still drinks and eats seafood, sings some songs randomly, and falls asleep. She even secretly bought a pack of Huanghelou cigarettes for thirty yuan, which made her cough uncontrollably.

It was a very beautiful summer, both sad and beautiful, like an old movie that had been watched before.

Human beings experience joy and sorrow, separation and reunion; the moon has its phases of brightness and darkness, fullness and emptiness. This has been difficult to achieve since ancient times

The ten roses on the girl's ankle became Jiang He’s nightmare, a burden he could not let go of for many years to come

Chronicles of Time

The next morning, Jiang He got up, and Fang Qiqi was already sitting on the cool mat with her leopard hairstyle. What was she reciting?

The clear river flows past the trees of Hanyang, fragrant grass grows lush on Parrot Island This is my favorite poem, and you are the first person to draw it

He asked her to name the cat, but despite racking her brains, she couldn't come up with anything. He smiled and said, "Then let's call it Parrot, as in the lush grass of Parrot Isle."

Like the prince in a fairy tale, cutting through thorns and brambles, undaunted by hardships, he must also awaken the princess from her slumber with a kiss

Yes, how could he not know? He has her personal file, detailed to the extent of including her parents' names and birth dates, as well as her height and weight. So how could he not know that she suffers from congenital heart disease, and that the doctor predicted she would not live past twenty-five years old

Prologue

Jiang He, too preoccupied to listen to what she was saying, sighed and squatted down with his back to her: "Having drunk so much, come on, I will carry you back."

Fang Qiqi was taken aback, and then saw the other person extend their hand, drawing a stick from the bamboo tube she was holding and handing it to her, saying in a very weary, low voice: "Fate."

Then, gravel jumped in from the window. Fang Qiqi looked up and saw a boy in a white sweatshirt sitting on the sycamore tree, swinging his legs back and forth, smiling at her and saying, "Hi"

"What do you want to write? Do you also want to write a rose?" Fang Qiqi teased him

Jiang He, feeling embarrassed, twirled the paintbrush in his hand and said with a sense of shame, "I learned this before to pursue girls."

"Qiqi," Jiang He struggled to speak, turning his head away, not looking into her eyes. "In this world, besides the seven emotions and six desires, there are many, many beautiful sights. Have you ever seen the snow in winter? It falls like thousands of pear trees in bloom. Have you ever seen the clouds at the mountain top? They swirl like mist, enveloping the dreamy marshes. Have you ever seen the flowers in spring? They blanket the mountains and fields, heavy with blossoms in the city of brocade... Qiqi, among all living beings, you have only seen the tip of the iceberg. Can you, for their sake, cherish the world a little more?"

No. 4 The misty waves on the river evoke a sense of sorrow

Secondly, can you teach me how to draw

It seems that the parrot really likes you," Fang Qiqi said with a smile, pointing to the chubby cat that had jumped onto Jiang He’s shoulder at some point. Then, with a hint of melancholy, she added, "Perhaps it is because it accompanies me every day and has grown tired of it.

Then what happened? After that, he entered university and became much more reserved. He diligently took notes in class, helped professors wash test tubes and prepare reagents in the laboratory after school, and worked part-time on weekends to earn living expenses. His life became simple and unadorned, yet much more fulfilling. There were also girls who pursued him, standing downstairs at the dormitory to deliver three meals a day, performing a dance of "Tasha Xing" at the opening ceremony, gracefully waving their water sleeves as they danced. Unfortunately, he did not know how to yearn or feel a fluttering heart. There were also girls who pursued him, standing downstairs at the dormitory to deliver three meals a day, performing a dance of "Tasha Xing" at the opening ceremony, gracefully waving their water sleeves as they danced. Unfortunately, he did not know how to yearn or feel a fluttering heart.

Two individuals rescued a kitten; the boy took off his shirt to shield it from the rain. Upon returning to the clinic, they started a fire and dried the kitten thoroughly. The kitten was fortunate, as it revived amidst the strong scent of traditional Chinese medicine.

No. 2 The fragrant grass is lush on Parrot Island

It is probably because God closed a door for me, but also opened a window for me she said with a smile

Jiang He was momentarily taken aback. In his youth, he had pursued many beautiful girls, ultimately achieving mastery in poetry, song, and various arts such as chess, calligraphy, and painting. Yet, for Shen Xi, he had done nothing at all.

He was teasing a pretty girl and driving a sports car on the highway at night. He had hurt someone's heart. The girl cried in the rain, cursing him, "Jiang He, you will regret it, you will pay the price."

Jiang He finally found Fang Qiqi on the beach with the parrot. She was still wearing the tank top and shorts from the daytime. Despite the sharp drop in temperature at night, she seemed indifferent, facing the sea breeze. Jiang He approached and only then noticed the empty bottles scattered around her, and she was clumsily trying to open another bottle with her teeth.

When Jiang Hetong Fang Qi mentioned these, the night in Beidao had already arrived, and the air was filled with the smell of sea breeze. After angrily leaving Fang Qi's shop, he went from one place to another looking for accommodation. In the end, he had to reluctantly buy a coconut on the roadside and contemplate the possibility of sleeping on the streets while drinking coconut juice through a straw. At this moment, he heard a cat meowing behind him. Before he could react, a fat calico cat had already sat on his shoulder. Jiang Hetong turned around and saw a girl wearing a printed camisole and shorts standing behind him with a smile. She said, "If you don't mind, my house has an empty room."

The angel is going home, she finally has to leave.

After the death of the parrot, Fang Qiqi didn't change much. She really liked the nail polish that Jiang He gave her and always diligently painted her nails with it. The calligraphy brush was placed solemnly in the study, but she didn't like to go there much anymore.

Jiang He smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "At that time, I was ignorant and had a lofty heart, unwilling to stop for anyone."

Ten years of life and death, vast and boundless. That is the reason why she persists in the mortal world and is unwilling to leave. The person she has been waiting for has never come.

When Jiang He first saw Fang Qiqi's file, he learned from her medical records that she was seriously ill and would pass away soon. Besides pity and sympathy, he even felt a hint of relief.

The next morning, Jiang He woke up with dark circles under his eyes. He had a stiff neck and it was hurting. He was so frustrated by getting up on the wrong side of the bed that he impulsively asked Fang Qiqi to get a tattoo for him. It was also on his ankle, in the same spot as Fang Qiqi's rose.

Jiang He nodded, although he didn't know the reason.

Fang Qiqi came to her senses and recited the divination text: "Long ago, someone rode the yellow crane and left, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower here." She sighed and looked at the person with a compassionate gaze, "I'm sorry, it's an unfavorable divination."

Jiang He listened quietly, reached out silently, and touched the parrot's head.

This is the scene where Fang Qiqi meets Jiang He for the first time, and the two naturally part ways. Young Master Jiang has traveled a bumpy road, taking planes, trains, and buses all over before finally arriving at the southernmost point of his homeland. He endured humiliation and hardship to come for his girlfriend Shen Xi's medicine. Shen Xi suffers from Mediterranean anemia and requires a bone marrow transplant, but her blood type is a very rare P-type blood, which is not stored in any major hospital in the country.

She openly threatened Jiang He, and he was itching with hatred but couldn't resist her. He borrowed a motorcycle and took her to the highway to race. The wind was howling, the engine was roaring, and the girl hugged Jiang He's waist and screamed loudly. They were surrounded by cliffs and rough waves.

The next day, the test results came out. Jiang He quickly sent the report to the hospital. The reply was that it matched Shen Xi's bone marrow. Shen Xi's mother called specifically to thank Jiang He while crying. Jiang He hung up the phone and sat quietly at the end of the corridor. Her parents also died of the same disease in her early years. She lived alone in this world, a 24-25-year-old girl who should have been wearing bright and beautiful clothes, traveling around, enjoying youth and life. However, besides a sparsely populated hotel and an old fat cat, she had nothing. Her parents also died of the same disease in her early years. She lived alone in this world, a 24-25-year-old girl who should have been wearing bright and beautiful clothes, traveling around, enjoying youth and life. However, besides a sparsely populated hotel and an old fat cat, she had nothing.