Lu Zhao sent a message in his circle of friends: I would like to incarnate as a stone bridge, subject to five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of rain and five hundred years of sun. I just want that man to cross the bridge. In a moment, I make complaints about the Tucao. Xiao Yun looked deeply and sniffed. But when I looked up and saw the bright moon in the sky, I thought of her. Also wry smile, Jiang Yuebai, if you, I would also like to wait. Wait for the reincarnation of heaven and earth, the vicissitudes of life, wait for you to look back at me.