On a rainy night forty years ago, Su Niannian fled in a hurry because her father was framed by Zhao Guoqiang, leaving behind the ocarina and eraser given by Cheng Yanqiu. Forty years later, the critically ill architect Cheng Yanqiu reunited with half of an ink-stained eraser, uncovering the secret behind the steel buried under the ruined monument of the Tutu Temple. When Qingmei's clues point to the blood rope that strangled her brother, and the ocarina's voiceprint activates the key to the lock plate, the evidence of two generations' crimes spanning life and death is gathered in the court. In Wutong Lane in late autumn, Cheng Yanqiu, whose white hair turned into blue silk, held Su Niannian's hand tightly and carved "SN+CYQ" into the new growth rings of the locust tree. The amber time finally locked the bloody dust.
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The copywriting is concise and concise, and can quickly gain insight into psychological advantages. Targeting the age accurately, whether they are young people who pursue trends, elders who value quality, or innocent children, they are all properly cared for, fully demonstrating the inclusive nature of the world. It cleverly touches the readers' heartstrings and inspires strong emotional resonance. It stimulates readers' desire for exploration to a great extent.
"Green Plum Locks in Late Autumn" is a suspenseful epic tempered by forty years of blood and tears. The ink stain on half a piece of eraser burned out the evidence of guilt under the ultraviolet light of the courtroom. The mournful cry of the celadon ocarina activated the brother-killing recording in the lock plate. The word "An" on the ruined stele of the Tutu Temple was finally completed by the silver lock. The author weaves rubber, ocarina, red rope and other tokens into precision gears. When Cheng Yanqiu screamed the word "An" on the rusty chain rack, when Zhao Guoqiang committed suicide in the shadow of thousands of crimes on the glass curtain wall, all the physical evidence completed an epic closed loop in the trial seat - the ink stains were developed, the voiceprint was unlocked, and the broken monument was returned to its place. Green plum blossoms are finally locked in late autumn, not only locking up the blood debt spanning two generations, but also locking up the rubber wedding rings filled with pictures in Cheng Yanqiu's medical records, echoing the echoes of the years in the ocarina of the rocking chair in his old age. The nirvana of old things becomes a blade, finally cutting off the rusty locks of the times.
The copywriting is concise and concise, and can quickly gain insight into psychological advantages. Targeting the age accurately, whether they are young people who pursue trends, elders who value quality, or innocent children, they are all properly cared for, fully demonstrating the inclusive nature of the world. It cleverly touches the readers' heartstrings and inspires strong emotional resonance. It stimulates readers' desire for exploration to a great extent.
"Green Plum Locks in Late Autumn" is a suspenseful epic tempered by forty years of blood and tears. The ink stain on half a piece of eraser burned out the evidence of guilt under the ultraviolet light of the courtroom. The mournful cry of the celadon ocarina activated the brother-killing recording in the lock plate. The word "An" on the ruined stele of the Tutu Temple was finally completed by the silver lock. The author weaves rubber, ocarina, red rope and other tokens into precision gears. When Cheng Yanqiu screamed the word "An" on the rusty chain rack, when Zhao Guoqiang committed suicide in the shadow of thousands of crimes on the glass curtain wall, all the physical evidence completed an epic closed loop in the trial seat - the ink stains were developed, the voiceprint was unlocked, and the broken monument was returned to its place. Green plum blossoms are finally locked in late autumn, not only locking up the blood debt spanning two generations, but also locking up the rubber wedding rings filled with pictures in Cheng Yanqiu's medical records, echoing the echoes of the years in the ocarina of the rocking chair in his old age. The nirvana of old things becomes a blade, finally cutting off the rusty locks of the times.
Good. There is plot and depth.