The content of chapter 13:
Ma Yi Yi, where we first met, predicted the ending ten years ago. She raised her face from the dust. Ten feet away, on the towering Yuanmen, he was still smiling, as clear as stone, as if the distance of ten feet did not exist, and he was still within her reach.
Just like Yu Di in this hand, she really has it and will never leave. This situation was just like last night, so she took the flute he handed me, one with one end, and no one let go.
Extended data:
Introduction of Zhao Yu's ci works;
It is raining cats and dogs. Two young scholars are helping each other on a muddy country road. Both of them were soaked to the skin, and the umbrella and hemp fiber couldn't resist the downpour and the raging wind, so they were beaten to pieces early. The rain is running down from the surface, and I can hardly open my eyes. It's dark in the field, and only lightning that cuts through the sky can make you see the road a little.
The narrow dirt road was muddy by the rain and my feet sank in. Every step is extremely difficult. "ah!" The little scholar's shoes were very weak and stuck in the mud, but he pulled his feet out of them as soon as he tried hard. One of them was unstable, the other foot slipped and fell in the mud, and his white clothes were stained with mud.