Half a dragon and phoenix pendant, entwined with the obsession of three lives and three lives.
The moment Yang Yuhuan fell off the Maweipo cliff, the jade pendant on her fingertips suddenly became hot. When she opened her eyes again, she became Zhu Yanrong, the daughter of Emperor Chongzhen of the late Ming Dynasty. Under the pear tree in the Forbidden City, she bumped into Lu Jingheng, an advisor to the Qintian Supervisor - the cinnabar mole on the tiger's left hand was exactly the same as Li Longji in her memory. When the two halves of the jade pendants came together, the word "Chang'an" burned the eyes of those reunited in troubled times. Li Zicheng's cavalry trampled Wen Cun to pieces. In the flames of the coal mountain, he blocked the arrow with his chest, and the red light of his jade pendant drew the two of them deeper into time and space.
In Shanghai during the Republic of China, she is Lin Yan, an orphan girl who was lured into a jade pendant scam by a beauty in cheongsam; he is Ah Fu, a street sweeper who has lost his memory and only has the lingering thought of "the red damask cake must be eaten warm." In 1998, in the Qinling Mountains, mountain residents discovered that the jade pendant in the arms of Lin Luoyan, a comatose girl, fit perfectly with the pillow of Lu Jingming, a homeless man in a bridge hole. When the scars on their foreheads and the arrow wounds on their chests recognized each other, the two of them realized that from the neon clothes of the prosperous Tang Dynasty to the imperial attire of the late Ming Dynasty, from the Western dresses of the Republic of China to the modern work clothes, they had been chasing each other in time.
At the food stall in Xi'an, she awakened her taste buds with ancient sauces; at the antique stall, he pieced together memories by repairing old things. When the cinnamon fragrance of "Chang'an Food Notes" floated to the world, and the remnants of the Forbidden City's red silk cakes resonated with the jade pendants, they finally understood: the white silk silk of Maweipo, the fire of Meishan, and the cannon of the Republic of China were all tests of fate. The real Chang'an is not in the faded history books, but in the Zhuque Street where the subway shuttles, and in the human fireworks of thousands of lights.
Their story is not over yet, just like in this land, the legend of persistence and rebirth is being staged in every era.
