The story of a family's unrequited love that ended during the Republic of China, which was not vigorous enough and had a life-and-death relationship, was a story about mutual warmth in the frozen era.
When Han Pingsong was seven years old, he became seriously ill. His foolish father bought a baby with the same horoscope as Han Pingsong and fostered him in the temple to practice as a substitute. They lived together for seven years.
Seven years later, the old illness recurred, and he took the child home and named him Han Gong. He nourished blood and relieved suffering, and accompanied the scholar at the same time. This was called doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.
When Han Pingsong was fifteen years old, bandits were causing chaos in the city of Suzhou. His parents died suddenly, and the family was divided and feuding. Han Pingsong moved his family and his children to Baoyou Garden, which his grandfather built when he resigned and returned to his hometown.
In the garden and the world, everyone is recalling the past and worrying about the future. The aura of the ancestors has passed away. The world is in panic and has no choice but to rest on its laurels and indulge in the old dreams of the past. Life is now stretched.
Han Pingsong took Han Jing by his side and took good care of him until he grew up. He learned to read and cultivate his character, which his biological father may not have done.
Han Gong believed in Han Pingsong and practiced it throughout his life. Indulging in wantonness, forgetting his origin, coveting his love and wishes, Han Pingsong would give him whatever he asked for. Once there is an attack, either Han Pingsong will protect him or he will die.
If you don't know how to ask, it is most taboo to seek roots and results in precarious times.
Han Pingsong
There is an age difference of 7 years, and the father is always being aggressive. Some are feudal dross, some are vulgar, some are pretentious, and some are moaning without reason.
All the scenery and plots in the story are fictitious. I have little talent and knowledge. Corrections are welcome. I am not mature yet. Please forgive me. Sincere encounter
Intention: How many towers in the mist and rain, mountains and rivers weighing tens of thousands
