A happy ending

(one)

The alarm clock rang softly, accompanied by the sounds of guitar and waves. Leng Yue opened her eyes and found her pillowcase was mostly soaked with tears. She ran to the bathroom, washed her face, and looked at herself in the mirror. She seemed to have lost all memory of what had happened the day before. All she could think about was the seven years in her dream.

Life is like a dream, and time is merciless. Although time is merciless, people are affectionate.

Hadn't her wish already been fulfilled? Why was she feeling so melancholy? Did she feel time was too short? Wasn't she still satisfied?

Even if you stay there for a hundred years, it will be nothing but a fleeting dream.

Thinking of Shi Qiuyan, Leng Yue no longer felt resentment or guilt, but instead felt blessings. No matter what had happened, it had already happened; since it had already happened, one should submit to the established facts. He had done his best, and she had done her best too. Since they had done their best, there was no regret.

Thinking of Mingri, Leng Yue felt a warm glow in her heart. She had always considered Mingri pitiful, because of his tragic life, his past disability, and his cold personality, which had always made her want to protect him. But now, Leng Yue began to feel that he wasn't aloof and aloof, just dark and arrogant; he wasn't weak, but rather very strong. Ouyang Mingri was a very powerful person, a true man.

She was grateful to Bantianyue because she had taught her so much. She was also grateful to Nongyue because she was truly wonderful, so very, very good. Every character in the play was wonderful; even the worst had their own side that made them hard to hate. Who were we to criticize others for their mistakes?

Leng Yue glanced at the time. It was already 7:30. 7:30? Ah! She had just made an appointment with a client last week for a session this morning, which would start at 8:30. There was less than an hour left, so she had to hurry!

Leng Yue hurriedly washed up and rushed to the consultation room without even eating.

It was exactly eight o'clock when she arrived at the consultation room, half an hour before the consultation started. She picked up the information and carefully reviewed the client's personal situation. The client had serious psychological problems that had lasted for a long time and had a certain degree of generalization. Leng Yue took a deep breath, turned on the computer, and quietly read the Waldorf prayer:

I no longer want to be obsessed with being a problem-solving expert, I just want to be a life companion; I no longer want to be obsessed with playing the role of a life-saving hero, I just want to sit on your equal footing, look at you, and listen to your stories; I no longer want to change other people's lives, I just want to go deeper into life and listen deeply...

I wish I were soft enough, like a big, thick cushion, allowing your sorrow and pain to rest safely and securely. I wish I were soft enough to lie softly on the floor of your life, listening to your breathing and your heartbeat...

So, when you're frustrated, I won't immediately tell you to cheer up. I'll be there with you, feeling your frustration, because setbacks are a part of life, a very important part. So, when you hold back your tears of sorrow, rubbing your chest and saying it hurts, I'll silently gaze upon your pain, feeling it. If I can, I'll gently pat your back and soothe it. So, when you discover a shining moment in your past and smile, I'll smile with you, excitedly asking how you did it. So, when you find your own strength and feel the urge to try, I'll cheer you up and, with you, enjoy the penetration and fullness of your inner strength.

I pray when I face your helplessness, frustration, anger, and pain; I pray that God will help me connect deeply with your soul; I pray when I am helpless, I pray because I know my limitations... Even when you leave, I will not worry about you, I will pray for you...

All I want to do is listen deeply, listen to the sorrow and beauty of life, and then, be moved to find treasures in it... When I face you, I am in a relaxed, peaceful and prepared state, gently and accurately "receiving" the messages you send, like a soft wool blanket that can safely wrap your injuries and pain, and be with you with pious "blessings and respect"... This is enough.

Leng Yue read this prayer often, but this time, she felt a deeper understanding. After reading the prayer, she felt filled with the power of love. She looked at the time: ten minutes left.

Everything is just right.

Today was a rare day, as all cases went smoothly. Leng Yue got off work early and suddenly felt the urge to pick out a jade pendant.

She'd been wearing crystal pendants all summer long, all sorts of charming designs. Paired with a thin silver necklace, they beautifully accentuated her collarbone. She'd always been averse to old-fashioned cotton strings, especially around her neck.

However, today, she suddenly wanted to pick out a jade pendant.

Leng Yue walked to the counter where she often went to choose silver chains. The boss greeted her with a smile and said that he had not been there for a long time and that a batch of jade pendants had just arrived yesterday. Would she like to take a look?

Leng Yue smiled and agreed. The boss readily brought up the goods that had not yet been put on the counter, a large bag full of them.

Leng Yue carefully selected the items and suddenly touched a pendant. She nearly screamed. It was a jade pendant, carved with a gourd and a squirrel perched on top. The carving was vivid and lifelike. This jade pendant was almost identical to the one Nong Yue had given her.

"I want this." Leng Yue said firmly.

When paying, Leng Yue received a call from Xiaoyan's sister Shi Qiulin.

"Leng Yue, do you have time? I want to tell you something." Shi Qiulin asked.

"Okay." Leng Yue said.

Leng Yue hasn't seen Shi Qiulin for a long time. Since Xiaoyan's death, she has no longer been in contact with the Shi family.

"You haven't found a boyfriend yet?" Shi Qiulin asked.

Leng Yue shook her head.

"There's something I feel really sorry about," Shi Qiulin said. "Xiaoyan's death wasn't suicide, it was an accident."

"Accident?" Leng Yue was puzzled.

"He wrote his suicide note the night before. He asked me to give it to you and persuade you to change your mind. Xiaoyan originally wanted to go to the place where you often dated and wait for you to take the initiative to find him, and then admit his mistake to you and persuade you to reconcile with him. However, he had a car accident before reaching his destination..." Shi Qiulin said slowly.

Leng Yue recalled what Shi Qiuyan had said in her dream: "After we broke up that day, you refused to see me no matter what. So I devised a plan. First, I wrote a long 'suicide note' and had my sister pass it to you, urging you to contact me. Then, I went to wait for you at the place where we first met, hoping you would listen to my explanation. Whether it worked or not, I wanted to give it a try. But I always messed up. I was hit by a car before I even got to the place we were supposed to meet. This shows that the word 'death' cannot be spoken lightly; it will come true."

Could it be that what she saw in her dream was really Shi Qiuyan's soul? Leng Yue covered her mouth in surprise.

"Surprised, right?" Shi Qiulin said, "Actually, I can't blame you for this. I just felt some resentment towards you at the time. I thought that although Xiaoyan's death wasn't directly caused by you, it was still related to you, so I immediately put all the blame on you. I've made you feel guilty for all these years, and you still don't have a boyfriend. Maybe I was too much."

"No, it's okay," Leng Yue said with a sob, "Sister Qiu Lin, thank you for telling me this."

On the way home, Leng Yue felt that what happened today was really incredible.

Are so many coincidences really just coincidences? Leng Yue remembered a line from the movie "The Sacred Book": "We are rediscovering that we live in a very mysterious world, a world full of sudden coincidences and seemingly fateful synchronous encounters."

How wonderful it would be if I could meet tomorrow. Leng Yue looked around, searching for that familiar face and figure. However, there was none, not even one.

Life isn't always so coincidental, Leng Yue thought, and returned home.

A sleepless night.

(two)

The next day, the sun rose as usual. Leng Yue's eyes were puffy from the sleeplessness. She rose early and applied a cool towel to her face. Even if there were no scheduled sessions that morning, there would inevitably be clients coming to consult. What if a counselor looked even more haggard than the client?

As expected, someone came to consult. When the boy opened the door with shyness and trepidation, Leng Yue's heart trembled. That figure, that posture, and the cinnabar birthmark between his eyebrows, Leng Yue was very familiar with it.

However, she still calmed down and said with a smile: "Sir, you look like Qiao Zhenyu."

The boy smiled shyly: "They all say I look like Qiao Zhenyu, but I think I look more like Ouyang Mingri."

"Yes, it really is very similar." Leng Yue said as she politely asked him to sit down: "Thank you for your trust in us. What would you like to discuss today?"

"I..." The boy hesitated and said, "For the past two months, I've been having the same series of dreams..."

"The same series of dreams?"

"Yes, just like a TV drama, all the plots can be connected... and it's a time-travel drama... You won't laugh at me, will you?" the boy asked uneasily.

Leng Yue smiled and shook her head: "Dreams are always wild and imaginative. What kind of dream is it?"

"I dreamed that I was Ouyang Mingri..." said the boy, rubbing his hands.

"Then what?"

"I dreamed that Ouyang Mingri had an unforgettable love story with a girl named Leng Yue. That girl traveled from the modern era into the story..."

"It's a very interesting dream," Leng Yue tried to make his voice sound calmer, "Does this dream bother you?"

"At first I thought this dream was quite interesting, with a different plot every day. But this dream lasted for more than two months, and gradually I felt that I seemed to have really fallen in love with that girl. Now all I think about every day is how to find her. Sometimes I even feel that I really am Ouyang Mingri... I dare not tell anyone about this, for fear that they will laugh at me, but it is very uncomfortable to keep it in my heart, so..." This dream obviously made him feel very troubled.

"What kind of girl is that?" Leng Yue asked again.

"Looks a lot like you." The boy blurted out, but then he felt something was wrong and his face turned red.

"Oh?" Leng Yue asked with a smile, "Anything else?"

Talking about the girl of his dreams, the boy was a little shy: "She has a great personality and is full of positive energy. At first, I was wary of her, thinking she had bad intentions. But gradually, her intelligence and kindness touched me, and our feelings grew deeper, and we eventually got married... I feel like she is the one I love, and I really want to find her..."

"So, is there a girl of this type around you?" Leng Yue asked.

The boy shook his head, looking very depressed. "Actually, I broke up with my girlfriend two months ago, and I had this dream not long after. Do you think I was so devastated by the breakup that I imagined this perfect girl?"

Leng Yue smiled gently: "I can't rule out this possibility, but I can't jump to conclusions. You married the girl in your dream, and then this dream ended?"

"No, it wasn't that perfect," the boy said. "Then the girl died of illness. Before she died, she told me that she must find new happiness. I felt very sad, and when I woke up, all I could think about was her."

"What happened next?" Leng Yue asked, suppressing her trembling voice.

"Later, every time the crabapple blossoms came, Ouyang Mingri would set out her favorite tea and snacks in the yard where they once watched the moon and flowers together, and drink with her. Nong Yue would also come, and later, Ouyang Mingri's children would follow. They would drink with her and watch the moon and flowers together..." As the boy spoke, his eyes became moist.

Leng Yue's eyes also turned red, but she still tried hard not to let the tears fall.

"Nong Yue, is he okay?" Leng Yue asked.

The boy shook his head and said, "I will never marry."

"What about tomorrow? Didn't the girl ask him to find new happiness?" Leng Yue asked again.

The boy shook his head and said, "For Ouyang Mingri, that girl was his happiness. His last thought before he died was that if there was an afterlife, he must find her."

At this point, the boy burst into tears.

Leng Yue finally couldn't hold back her tears.

When Leng Yue started crying, the boy panicked: "Are you...are you okay? Stop crying..."

It would have been fine if he didn't coax her, but after coaxing her, Leng Yue cried even harder. The boy was even more panicked: Who was going to comfort whom?

Suddenly, Leng Yue gently hit the boy and scolded him in a hoarse voice, breathless, "You really found me! You're so awesome!"

The boy was stunned: "Do we... know each other?"

"Ouyang Mingri and Leng Yue have two children, a son named Nian Yue and a daughter named Si Yao." Leng Yue said.

"Who are you?"

"My last name is Leng."

The boy was stunned. It turned out she didn't just look like him. Could it all be true? Did it really happen?

"Yue'er, is it really you?" The boy grabbed Leng Yue's hand. Leng Yue snuggled into his arms and cried, "It's really me. Don't you recognize me just because I've changed my appearance?"

The boy was amused by Leng Yue's words and laughed and cried: "You really haven't changed at all."

Leng Yue cried even louder after hearing this. The boy patted Leng Yue's back gently and said softly, "I told you I would find you, but you didn't believe me."

Leng Yue cried and laughed at the same time, not caring about her ladylike image. Her crying even attracted the director.

"Leng Yue, what's going on? Do you know each other?" asked the director.

The boy smiled shyly: "Sorry, Director, I'm her boyfriend."

"Leng Yue, when did you get a boyfriend?" the director asked curiously.

Leng Yue just kept crying and couldn't say anything.

The boy explained: "We have been in love for seven years. I just came back from abroad, and we are so happy, so happy that we cry..."

"Oh," the director didn't quite believe it, but he didn't seem to be faking it, so he said, "Leng Yue, I'll give you a day off today. You two can catch up on old times. Your boyfriend is quite handsome, like an actor."

"Thank you, Director. They all say I look like Qiao Zhenyu." The boy said bluntly.

"Thank you, Director." Leng Yue said breathlessly.

The director looked at the young couple, smiled, shook his head, closed the door and left.

"It's so embarrassing," Leng Yue said with tears in her eyes, "It's all your fault."

"Hey, you cried too loudly, and you blame me?" The boy said with a smile, "Let's go, beautiful girl?"

"You are the beauty."

"I'm a beauty, and you're a monster. Monster, get in the bowl!"

"Go to hell!"

(three)

"This can't be a true story, right? Are you really a dream control person?" asked the uncle.

"No, the dream process is just based on the logic in the movie. I just innovated it." Abu said with a blink of his eyes. "Is this story so touching that you think it's true? Haha!"

"So, that's it?" the uncle asked.

"Yeah, isn't this ending perfect enough?" Abu looked innocent and looked at the uncle pitifully with his big watery eyes.

"What about Nong Yue?" asked the uncle.

"Nong Yue?" Abu chuckled, took out a mirror from his bag, put it in front of the uncle and said, "Uncle, aren't you Nong Yue?"

"Ha!" The uncle also laughed, "Okay."

The breeze in the park was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants. Abu typed three words on his laptop screen: "The Finale."

"It's perfect," Abu said intoxicatedly. He came to his senses and turned around to see that the uncle had already stood up and walked down the path. He didn't have time to stuff his notebook into his bag, so he ran after him with the notebook in his arms and his bag unzipped.

"Uncle, you haven't signed for me yet!!!"

(happy ending)