Even in her memories, Shen Qixue never knew about Xiao Cheng's affection, and she even pretended that they were deeply destined.
On a snowy night, the glass is broken, the beaded lanterns are running around, and the overlapping silhouettes make it seem like yesterday, when young people in bright clothes were wandering around.
Xiao Cheng held his hand tightly in the long night, lit a bright lamp, and ran to him persistently.
But the world will not give you what you want, and you will not get what you ask for. Right and wrong will ultimately lead to negative consequences.
Shen Qixue looked at the flying snow and the long river, submerging traces of old friends little by little.
He stood there.
Tears are falling like rain, my heart is like a dead tree, and my hair turns gray overnight.
Looking up at the sky, he felt the drops slipping down one by one and getting wet on his temples and clothes. This was something he realized later.
If he had chosen to leave with him at that time, would Xiao Cheng's death not have happened?
Don't ask each other, make mistakes and blame each other, love and hatred bind the heart, conspiracy kills.
So the bitterness is born in vain, the days are endless, and the rain of tears turns into chains.
Whose life has this lock locked in, lingering and unwilling to leave, unwilling to give up?
The canopy is covered with blue clouds, the sky is slightly dark, the drizzle is like wool, and the wormwood is swaying on the wall. The garden has bright green plantains and red cherries.
Shen Qixue became a powerful minister under one person and above ten thousand people, but because Xiao Cheng returned from fake death, he was instantly reduced to a prisoner.
He was imprisoned in the east wing, quietly watching the spring scenery.
I fell into a dream of spring scenery and couldn't wake up.
In front of you is a lush green pond with lush vegetation and swift flying shadows of swallows and magpies.
The wind blew slowly, and the peachwood hairpin on his head accidentally fell to the ground. In an instant, his white hair flew like snow.
He bent down to pick it up.
There was no one in the courtyard except him.
By the window of Meihuaxuan, there are no black or white stones on the chessboard, as if waiting for someone to come and make peace.
"Chen Qixue."
——It's his voice.
Shen Qixue raised her head sharply.
There is a hazy moon in the yellow beam.
The Jingzhe awakens the guest in the dream.
It turns out your name is not Xiao Cheng, but Qi Zhen.
Fortunately, they know each other and love each other. They go round and round and live up to him and themselves.
Intention: Some rights and wrongs are not caused by oneself, but are caused by mistakes in life.
There is some love and hate, and there are many difficulties.
But if our hearts are connected, we can laugh at the worldly affairs. We can go to different places but never forget each other. Our love is as long as water, and we live up to our freedom and our love and hate.