The rules of Shandong, the ancestral hall of Chaoshan, two breathless mountains.
Lin Yan, a Shandong civil servant, has been in politics for three generations and has been a single person for eight generations. Chen Zhao, the only son of a Chaoshan ceramics family, was the only man his five sisters had longed for.
They met at an investment fair in a small county town. One was Beizai, who wanted to be "gilded and transferred back in three years", and the other was Du Miao, a returnee from overseas who was forced to take over.
I thought it would be a head-on confrontation, but in an unseen corner, I recognized the same shackles on each other - they were both sacrifices tied in front of the ancestral tablets.
The secretive approach is like dancing on the tip of a knife, and every touch carries a guilty shiver.
Until the Dongchuang incident happened, the family was furious.
In the ancestral hall, two bowls of "purifying heart" yellow talisman water of unknown origin were handed to the eyes.
"If this counts as a drink," Lin Yan drank it all in one gulp, "I'll do it first as a token of respect."
"I hope this bitter water," Chen Zhao swallowed with tears, "can put an end to all rumors."
They proved the existence of love in the most tragic way - in this world that thinks love is original sin.
Later:
Under the loess of Shandong, next to Lin Yan lies the family's "underworld wife", and the tombstone is engraved with "filial daughter-in-law Wang".
At the foot of Chaoshan Mountain, Chen Zhaogu's tomb faces north, and there is no name or surname on the monument.
Only Shanfeng remembers that the northern locust tree and the southern banyan tree at the entrance of the shopping mall have their roots in the dark soil and have been quietly entangled together.
——We just love, why does it become a sin?
Intention: They drank Huangfu water in the ancestral hall, just like drinking and exchanging glasses of wine in the air. This was the only and last wedding in their lives.