In the year when Yun Guiwan returned to China, the peach blossoms in Linzhou were in full bloom.
As the eldest daughter of the Yun family who is famous in Jiangnan, her mixed-Chinese and German appearance and amazing violin skills have become the most unique scenery in the old city's social circle.
Everyone said that she was a new-style socialite who grew up in the sunshine of Europe and deserved a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes.
But no one knows that the softest corner of her heart always hides the hazy old Chinese city in her childhood.
Until that night at the cocktail party, with the lingering sound of the piano, she looked into a pair of bottomless black eyes.
He is Huo Yichuan, the young marshal of the Huo family who dominates the north of the Yangtze River. He has a heavy army and is decisive in killing. He is the most profound master of this ancient city.
He wears a Tang sword passed down from his family, the blade is stained with blood, and his conversation and laughter can determine his life or death.
Everyone fears him, respects him, and wants to cling to him.
But in the clear sound of Yue Qin, he offered his only surrender to her.
He took her through the bluestone road in Linzhou and made a promise on the thousand-year city wall:
"Gui Wan, when I calm down this troubled world, I will build you a new city, where only you and Spring will live."
She believed it and drowned in his domineering tenderness, thinking that the boundaries between the East and the West and the barriers between the old and new worlds could all make way for love.
But she forgot that he was the heir to the old order, and his world was a siege created by power and land.
When the horn of the Northern Expedition blows, when the weight of family marriage is pressed,
He pushed her away with his own hands, his tone colder than a blade:
"Miss Yun, my old city, which is in turmoil, cannot keep you, a cloud from the new world."
She smashed the record full of vows and turned around decisively.
Later, when the war burned the city, he clung to the isolated city, stained his robes with blood, and was buried together with the "spring" he promised to her.
The moment the news of his death came, it snowed for the first time that year in Shanghai.
Yun Guiwan looked at the flying snow in the sky and finally understood——
He promised her a whole spring, but died before winter came.
——This is the overthrow of a city and the end of an era. It is also the old city that can never be crossed between her and him.
Intention: # #culture clash # # tragedy
