Tang Eclipse

The Tang trees in Jiangnan always have a rotten smell when they are in full bloom. Those hanging silk begonias that fell to the ground were turned into rouge mud by the rain, and dark red birthmarks appeared under the soles of Gu Jietang's embroidered shoes - as if they were born to swim in the muddy waters of love. She had learned at the age of thirteen that the real nectaries were hidden in moth-eaten galls. The man with the broken finger taught her to cut open Begonia's deformed heart, and the moonlight flowing between the veins of the flower became a prophecy: "The so-called sincerity is just the secretion of pain." Later, she refined the Rouge of Awareness of Love, which was able to measure the quality of each other's vows. The onlookers chewed sandalwood melon seeds and laughed at her for being crazy, but they did not know that those Western crabapples, silk crabapples and stick-stemmed crabapples had already been imprinted on her palms. Until one white dew night, she crushed the white bone tang left by Fu Yinqing into powder, mixed it with the men's tears and daughter's red accumulated over the years, and drew a flower that would not thank it in front of the bronze mirror. The person in the mirror is smiling, the galls in the hair rustle away the poison that has passed through the years, and the newly planted gall-free tang outside the window is sprouting branches—— It turns out that the inscription of love will eventually be watered with blood to create a new flowering period.