I Want to Leave It for a Thousand Years

The background is fictitious, and the party accidentally enters, which is sweet and cruel. Gardenias bloom all over Chang'an, and misty rain falls in the south of the Yangtze River. "Jiang Ling was a dancer who was famous all over the world in the past, while Jiang Zishu was just an ordinary person who made a living by selling flowers, poetry and paintings." Under the setting sun, Jiang Zishu had the afterglow of his full eyelashes, and his full smile could not conceal the loneliness in his eyes. "Do you know Yingdu? That's where my name comes from." The young man raised the corners of his lips, revealing his sharp fangs. The autumn wind brings forth the Weishui River, and the fallen leaves cover Chang'an. The world-famous dancer has red maples falling on his shoulders and a light-colored robe covering his knees. He always has the fragrance of gardenia that Qin Ying likes, which is particularly pleasant. People who are in the same abyss can actually be each other's salvation. It's a pity that the world is not as good as people want it to be. Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.