Lihuachi

That year, the pear blossoms in Lin Mansion were like snow, and a red mole between his eyebrows burned the young man's eyes. In the fourteenth year of Yongchang's reign, Lin San'er was picked up from the withered bones in the human market and brought back to his home by the 17-year-old dandy young master Lin Jinglan. He was named "Huai'an" and became his personal servant. The young master treated him like a family member, but he didn't know that this young man hid a huge secret in his heart - he dreamed of the cold figure under the corridor every night, and dreamed of the bright and vivid pregnancy mole, burning into a prairie fire under the moonlight. That was the husband Lin Jinglan was marrying, Su Qingyan. "Huai'an, you are just a servant." "But the way he looks at you, why is it like the pear blossom wine I secretly hid back then, which is sour and burns your throat?" Until the Zhumen overturned and the building collapsed. Lin Jinglan's blood spattered on the execution ground, leaving only a divorce note to save his life. In the troubled years of famine, Huai'an fled south in a hurry with his pregnant widowed husband on his back, and delivered a baby in a dilapidated temple whose features resembled his old master's. On a rainy night, he bit his finger and wrote on his swaddling clothes: "Lin Pingshu." Su Qingyan nodded, "Relaxing and carefree." Ten years of ups and downs, from misty rain in Lingnan to the capital of the new dynasty. The young servant became a literary giant whose poetry was famous all over the world, and the widow of the guilty minister became an imperial concubine. When the Hanlin Academy compiled his biography, they asked: "What does the word 'Crane' that appears most often in Lin Gong's poems refer to?" He looked towards the courtyard, where pear blossoms were in full bloom. The man raised his eyes under the flowers, and the red mole between his eyebrows was still burning. "It's the flower that I didn't dare to pick that year," he said softly. "It took all my hard work to dare to hold the little bit of heat in front of me." The pear blossoms will still bloom after they fall, but if old friends are separated... Then it will be me who loves you. —— ·Eating Guide· · Sour secret love + dependence on each other in times of adversity ·Difference in identity between master and servant/brother setting/giving birth to babies · 1v1, be unclean Intention: May the world be gentle to you.