When I first met him, the autumn colors in Jingyuan were in full bloom.
Wen Jingxing stands outside the lingering light and shadow of the theater, with a tall and straight figure, a distant but noble silhouette in this prosperous market. Others respect him and fear him, calling him "Master Wen". He is a person above the clouds.
And Shu Tang came from the mist and pain of Jiangnan and studied in Jingyuan, separated from him by a whole world.
The backstage was dark, and he stopped to look at the "ugly" makeup on her face for the character, and his deep voice contained a hint of imperceptible tenderness:
"Their craftsmanship is a pity for you."
The second time she saw him, he was taking her back to school, and the lights like flowing fireflies outside the car window passed over his handsome face. He suddenly turned his head, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips, and jokingly said because the two of them had the same last name:
"It's hard to say that we were one family five hundred years ago."
Shu Tang smiled when he heard this.
Many years later, and countless long nights, she was shocked to realize that at that moment, the delusional thoughts that suddenly appeared in her heart and she dared not express them in words——
She didn't care what happened five hundred years ago. I just greedily hope that it would be great if I could become a family with him in this life.
From the age of eighteen to twenty-five, seven years.
She is the quietest companion around him, like vines clinging to trees, and like begonias blooming quietly in the greenhouse he built.
She knew that the road ahead was bleak between clouds and mud, but she still gave him the most sincere courage in her life.
Until someone from the Wen family showed up and reminded her of the unbridgeable gap in the most elegant way.
She chose to leave quietly, from the world he controlled, completely, and her whereabouts were unknown.
Later, Wen Jingxing, who was always strategizing and calm and self-possessed, overturned his own order for the first time.
He searched all over the city, but could no longer find the moonlight from the south of the Yangtze River that had warmed him for seven years. He didn't believe she was willing to leave the city.
Wen Jingxing, I once wanted to use the most beautiful words to describe your existence, but no words can describe one ten thousandth of your beauty.
Looking back now, I only need to use two short words to sum up our earth-shattering encounter - love is wrong.
(Wen Jingxing × Wen Shutang)
Intention: Love is not about clinging, but even if walking towards you is like walking towards the world, I must first become an independent me before I am qualified to say "we"