*Age difference of ten years
It's not a fake bone. My sister was not adopted. She just recognized her goddaughter. She was already 18 years old when she was recognized.
Copywriting:
When Xiang Zhinian stepped into the old teahouse for the first time, her grandmother held her hand, pointed to a gentle woman in a dark green dress in the distance who was washing tea leaves, and said, "Call me sister."
My elder sister is my grandmother's adopted granddaughter. She was only twenty-four years old at the time, but she was as calm as old tea brewed in a teahouse.
Under the locust tree in the old teahouse, Xiang Zhinian made a promise with her that she would pass the high school entrance examination in Xinan next year.
Sister smiled and agreed.
As the seasons pass, the girl's increasingly turbulent thoughts cannot be hidden.
Xiang Zhinian thought he was a rusher
But I don't know how time flies
She has long been the indescribable spring in Xiao Suiyu's heart
Xiao Suiyu's sober indulgence, happiness in pain
Move forward step by step towards Zhi Nian
Leaving hot marks on her rotten and sore heart
Blooming one spring after another in her frozen and dead days
——Spring is here, and the locust flowers in the yard are blooming again.
Small theater:
In the old teahouse, the storyteller was speaking impassionedly on the stage. He struck a striking note and said: "There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. You can tell that my heart is happy for you. Everything in the world is floating in the clouds, but deep love is the only thing that cannot be moved."
"The girl's family is full of infatuation. If they identify her, they will live in the same quilt and die in the same cave. Even if it is the underworld, I will accompany you!"
In the dim stairwell, the back of the damp and rotten wooden piles was red. Xiang Zhi Nian lay on Xiao Sui Yu's shoulder, panting lightly.
"Sister, let's go to the underworld together."
Concept: The flower language of Sophora japonica is secret love
