In the Distant Future, When You Meet A Feng, Give Him the Wooden Carving

A Lei watched A Lan cry, waving both hands helplessly, completely at a loss.

He wanted to reach out and wipe A Lan's tears, but felt that would be inappropriate.

"A Lan, don't cry.

Isn't Brother Feng perfectly fine? Why are you saying he can't come back?

Besides, if Brother Feng turns around and comes back, I won't be able to explain myself.

Brother Feng might think I beat you until you cried."

With a snort, A Lan broke into a smile through her tears, then put on a stern face again.

"Everything I said is true."

A Lei scratched his head. "I really can't believe it."

A Lan said, "I have the ability to predict. I foresaw our future.

If you don't believe me, look out the window.

One minute from now, two fighter jets will fly across the sky.

A girl wearing a red puff-sleeved shirt, a red short skirt, and little red leather shoes will walk past on the road. She'll be exactly your type."

A Lei was half-convinced, half-doubtful. "You're that amazing?"

He walked to the window and looked outside.

After waiting a minute, two fighter jets truly flew across the sky, leaving behind two cloud trails like white lines.

Right after that, a ponytailed girl in a miniskirt walked past on the road.

The moment A Lei saw her, his eyes lit up. He even wanted to run out and chase after her.

At the same time, his heart jolted. A Lan's prediction had been far too accurate.

At that thought, even his hands began to tremble.

He stammered, "Ah, ah, A Lan, what exactly do you mean when you say Brother Feng can't come back?"

A Lan said, "Don't worry. Your Brother Feng won't die completely.

In the distant future, you'll meet again. By