The meeting at a young age was a bond of quarrels. Yan Luoqiu and He Luoxuan were like two mutually exclusive magnets. As soon as they met, they began to exchange venomous words from dawn to dusk. Even their taste bud preferences were also clearly defined. Yan Luoqiu was addicted to sweets and regarded candied pastries as his life. For spiritual redemption, He Luoxuan only loves salty food and believes that the fragrance of salt is the most delicious thing in the world. The dispute between sweet and salty rice dumplings on the stone bench by the river during the Dragon Boat Festival always makes everyone aware. The scent of glutinous rice wraps up the stubbornness of young people and becomes the most vivid and vivid footnote in the long river of time.
However, a sudden turn came in the blood. Yan Luoqiu's sister and grandmother fell in a pool of blood, leaving only a dusty silver hairpin. The murderer's sword was clearly engraved with the name of He Luoxuan. The warmth of the past quarrels froze instantly. Yan Luoqiu resolutely tore up the past and fell into the evil way. Hatred became the nourishment for his practice. He Luoqiu put on the robe of the immortal way and walked silently carrying the stigma of parricide.
Good and evil meet again by different paths, only to fight to the death. The quarrels of the past were ruthlessly split by sharp blades, and the battle of sweet and salty became an old dream that they dared not touch. Until the day of the siege, at the riverside where they first met, the roars of everyone coming in fell. The fatal blow was already coming towards the other party, but one person was seen standing in front of him without hesitation.
From then on, every Dragon Boat Festival, He Luojun would go to the river alone, holding Luo Qiu's favorite sweet dates and sweet rice dumplings in his hands. The breeze blew by the river bank, and there was no more quarrel. Only he whispered to the gurgling water. The sweetness of this year's rice dumplings was just right. The river water was long, carrying unspoken truths and eternal regrets. It flowed year after year, sending the fragrance of rice dumplings and regrets to a distant place with no return date.
