The author Xu Wei is very good at writing about ancient times and world affairs. This book "Last Year's Eve, Lights Like Day" combines the sadistic and the sweet just right. If you like this kind of subject matter, just jump in and it's done.
Recommend these three books
1. In ancient times, cousins could not be together.
2. I like Shuang Jiewen, including past and present lives.
3. The love here makes my heart beat frequently
I think these three books are good!
The first one is full of turmoil, plots, and ups and downs.
The second one interprets the love and hatred between the human world and the alien world.
The third one makes up for the helplessness of everyone in the world giving up the feast
Book 1: The inner activities of the orphaned girl are well described.
Book 2: The ending after becoming emperor is that everyone is separated from relatives
I have loved him for ten years, but he is only worthy of being her shadow. The first time I saw him, I was being chased and pushed into a fire pit. He rescued me from the traffickers, took off his coat and put it on my shoulders, and said warmly: "Girl, you are free." From that moment on, I knew that I was destined to follow him for the rest of my life. Not because of repayment, but because - he was the first person who didn't want anything from me and just wanted me to live. I followed him around, trying to find someone with him. I've been looking for it for ten years. His temples turned completely white overnight at Anqing Ferry one year. Because someone told him that his wife had appeared there. He chased you for three days and three nights, but it was not you who he chased. He squatted on the dock all night. When I found him the next day, his temples were completely white. He never cried when he drank. When I'm awake I don't shed a single tear. Only drunk, lying alone on the inn bed, shouting "Die'er, Die'er, where are you, where are you", tears flowing from the corners of the eyes into the pillow. I wiped it for him. He never knew. He bought the house in the south of the city. The yard is filled with gardenias, the swing is set up, and the children's room is decorated. He goes there every year, sitting alone in the empty yard and staring at the gardenia tree in a daze. The flowers bloom and then fade, and then bloom again. You never came back. Later, he finally found her. She stood in the pavilion, wearing a simple and elegant kimono, her eyebrows were as cold as frost, like someone walking out of a painting. I stood outside the pavilion and suddenly felt that I was very, very small - like a grass on the roadside. I looked up and saw a flower blooming in the sky. I was illiterate, my hands were covered with calluses from washing and cooking, and I was wearing coarse clothes that had turned white from washing. And on her, even the folds on her cuffs are beautiful. No wonder. No wonder he missed her for so many years. That day, he knelt in front of the Yang Mansion all day long, exchanging all his family property for betrothal gifts, and just wanted to beg her to come back. She refused. She said to him in unfamiliar Japanese - "Sir, you have the wrong person." When he walked out, the light in his eyes went out. He walked past me without even seeing me. She was always the only one in his eyes. I rushed into the pavilion, knelt in front of her, and told her every word of the suffering he had suffered over the years while crying. His search, his yearning, his drunkenness, his insomnia, his gray hair. I don't want anything else but to ask her to come back - as long as she is willing to come back, I can leave. I can disappear completely. She just stood there, looking at me expressionlessly. Finally, she said something coldly in that unfamiliar tone - "If you love him, stay by his side and warm him. Sooner or later, he will feel your love and accept you." Then she turned around and walked away step by step. I know she is not heartless. In her sleeves, the blood from her fingernails had stained the lining red. Like me, she is using the coldest expression to hide the most painful heart. Later he finally married me. On the wedding day, he drank a lot of wine and became unconscious. I helped him back to the room, and he leaned on my shoulder and shouted her name. A year later I gave birth to my daughter, and he named her Niandie. Zhang Zhiming's daughter, Zhang Niandie. It dawned on me at that moment. In this life, in his heart, I will always be just a shadow of her. Niandie, Niandie. If you keep thinking about it, there will be no response. Until his death, he carried the silver butterfly hairpin she left in his arms. I stood in front of his grave without crying. I just put another hairpin, the one she last wore on her head, with his. "You are finally reunited." I said, "She has been waiting for you all her life, and you have been waiting for her all her life. Don't miss it in the next life." And that exquisite crystal ball - the only hand-picked gift he gave her - I quietly put it into my daughter's swaddling clothes. Let Niandie grow up with it. It is the only tenderness left in her father's life.
Recommend these three books
1. There are fights in the back house, and there are fights for power in the court.
2. I shed countless tears afterwards
3. Women are born with magical powers and can protect themselves
Xiao Qihao's perspective | "Die'er, I love you not because you are my brother's woman" [crying] In the sadomasochism of the Republic of China, "Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust", everyone remembers Zhang Zhiming's ten-year search and Yang Yanchen's life-saving protection. But few people are willing to stop and take a look at the illegitimate son who was nailed to the "evil man" pillar - Xiao Qihao. Today, I want to take you to read this story again through his eyes. ---I am the illegitimate son of the Zhang family. He took his mother's surname, had no status, lived under the shelter of others, and received all the cold looks. My older brother, Zhang Zhiming, is the direct descendant of the Zhang family and the heir to the business. Everyone praises him as a kind-hearted and polite gentleman. Why? Why is it that he has everything when he is born, but I am not even qualified to call my father "Dad"? This unwillingness has haunted me like a poisonous snake for twenty years. Until I met her. That day I went to Zhang Mansion to discuss business. Mother Zhang is snobbish, I am just here to give money. During the greetings in the main hall, she walked in with tea. Lin Die'er. The daughter of a famous family my brother married. She's so pretty. The stubbornness between his eyebrows was like a bird unwilling to be trapped in a cage. She spoke sarcastically to my brother and had thorns in her eyes. She was not at all as docile and flattering as other women. I knew that moment - I wanted her. Not because my brother owns her. It's because she is who she is. The inexhaustible fire in her eyes is something I have never seen in anyone else in my life. I am jealous of my brother, jealous of his status, family business, and her. But I'm even more jealous - he can stay by her side openly even when she doesn't love him. As for me, I had to pretend not to care even when I looked at her. --- I began to stay in Zhang's house for a few more days, using the excuse of discussing business to get to know every inch of her daily routine. When to go to the rouge shop in the morning, when to return to the house at dusk, and when to sit alone by the pond at night in a daze. She doesn't know. She never knew. Her heart was full of hatred for my brother, and she couldn't see a pair of eyes in the dark, which were about to stare holes into her back. Then I got her. Disgraceful means. Zhang's mother was greedy for money, and the Zhang family was in ruins, so I took advantage of it. I fought against my brother in business, but this fight was the prize I really wanted - I imprisoned her in another courtyard and guarded her day and night. I wanted her to be my woman. She hates me. She bit her lip and refused to let me touch it. But later she behaved. She no longer resisted and would even curl up in my arms and fall asleep at night. I thought she had finally resigned herself to her fate. Until one night, I heard her shouting in her dream: "Zhiming..." It was not hatred or resentment. Those two words were very light, as light as whispering in sleep, but I could hear the dependence in them - it was something she would never admit to when she was awake. I was shaking all over. Not anger, but fear. I suddenly realized that even if I locked her next to me for the rest of my life, she would never call my name in that tone. I numbed myself with opium. I can't quit her, and I can't quit the only thing in the world that can make me forget her. --- She gave birth to a son for me. I'm crazy happy. I have a son, mine and her son. I named him Yi'an - no hesitation, peace and security. I put all my thoughts into this child. I thought, as long as this child is here, she can't go far. But she left. While I was quitting smoking and retreating, my mother sold her to a distant brothel. On the day I left seclusion, the other courtyard was empty, and not a single thing of hers was left, as if she had never lived here before. I searched like crazy. Streets, alleys, car and boat docks, all the places she might go. No. Stone sinks into the sea. During those years I was like a zombie. Ping'er took care of Yi'an and ran the house properly. I was grateful to her, but I couldn't give her anything else. I straightened Ping'er up and gave birth to another pair of children. But I know in my heart that Yi'an is different. I am biased towards Yi An, so biased that everyone can see it. Because Yi'an is the only remaining connection between her and me. Until that day - news came from a close friend. She is dead. Block the gun for someone, and shoot through the heart. The book in my hand fell to the ground with a bang. Yi'an called me from the side, but I couldn't hear him. I rushed out of the room, the wind and rain poured into my collar, and the wind in my ears seemed to be calling her name. I have been looking for it for so many years, waiting for it for so many years, and obsessing about it for so many years. The last thing waiting was the news of death. I didn't even see her for the last time. Not even a chance to say "I'm sorry". I returned to Xiao's Mansion and stayed behind closed doors for three days. I dug out the golden butterfly hairpin that she had left behind - it was given to her by my brother, and she took it with her when she left. Later, it fell in another courtyard and became my only thought. I clutched the hairpin and remembered what I said to her that night when I lost control. She said: "I am just your trophy." In the empty room, I said to the hairpin: "Die'er, I love you. Because you are you, not a trophy." No one heard. She won't hear it either. From then on, I devoted all my energy to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War. Medicines, food, cotton-padded clothes—the means and connections I once used in business wars have all turned into the power to save the country and the people. I hate Zhang Zhiming, I have hated him all my life. But when the national crisis hits, I feel sorry for too many people, but I can never feel sorry for this land. I will only do two things for the rest of my life - save the country and raise her son. Yi'an is growing up day by day, and her features are becoming less and less like mine. But I dare not think about it. I poured all my guilt, debt, and obsession into him, teaching him to read, read, be patriotic and do good. I believe till my death that he is my biological flesh and blood. But I will never know, and no one will tell me - Yi'an is her and Zhang Zhiming's child. She gritted her teeth and survived, just so that I could raise children for my enemy for the rest of her life. ---This is my life, Xiao Qihao. Not a good person. But he's not a pure villain. 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