That rainy night twenty years ago.

The second before, it was still lightning and thunder.

After the bridge picked up the baby-like South Li, it was another scene.

It's calm.

Haiyan River Qing.

The bright moon is at the head.

A line of wild geese traveling at night, croaking, flew over their heads and headed south.

Hearing the call of the geese, the bridge raised its head and murmured, "If the North geese fly south, he'll call it Li Nan."

With her sleeping child in her arms, she slowly stood up and whispered, "Nanfang, Li Nanfang, let's go home."

Li Nan was taken away by Xiaoqiao couple.

The bright moon...