Two or three months ago, a very, very gentle dream made me feel very soft and comfortable when I remembered it. This is a dream closer to reality. In the dream, he is Leslie Cheung, Leslie Cheung who is loved by thousands. In an auditorium, he stepped off the stage, dressed in a white suit, and greeted fans and audience. I sat in an aisle chair and watched him coming around by the crowd. When he came up to me, I asked him nervously, "May I shake your hand?" The elegant and gentle smile he showed at that moment will melt into his dream. "Yes" I held out my hand carefully, and he held out his hand and hugged me politely. In reality, I must be holding a quilt, and those hands are too soft and delicate, even flesh and blood, tender as water. Then he walked into the crowd again. In fact, I prefer to watch childish brother Zhang, but he is always so gentle in his dreams, like an angel.