Moon Shadow Red Rose

Seven years later, Bai Yueguang returned to China Seven years ago, Shen Qinglan left a message of "wait for me" and flew to the other side of the ocean alone. Lin Yu waited through spring and summer, waited through autumn and winter, waited until the number on his mobile phone became empty, and waited until his tears dried up, then he finally understood that some people will never come back after they leave. Later Lin Yu became a famous fashion designer. The skirts she designs always have a unique style: pure white like the moon, red like blood. People in the circle jokingly call her a "red rose", which is hot and thorny, and no one can pick it away. Until that day, an unsigned invitation letter lay on her workbench. "Miss Lin Yu personally declares: Please wear the red dress designed by yourself and come to see me." The handwriting was unfamiliar, but the paper contained the scent of wisteria flowers - the smell she had smelled in Shen Qinglan's notebook when she was seventeen. Lin Yu should have torn it off. But she still put on the red dress that was at the bottom of the box. The skirt spreads out like a flame, and the girdle is gathered into the shape of a calyx. The woman in the mirror is like a red rose in full bloom, but hidden in her eyes is the little girl from seven years ago who couldn't wait for the moonlight. The villa is hidden in the deepest suburbs of the city. Pushing open the iron door, a shelf full of wisteria is hanging down like a waterfall, and the purple flowers are swaying in the dusk, like a silent sigh. She walked through the long white corridor. The pillars are cold, and there are fine gravel paths under your feet. Every step is like stepping on the blade of memory. The pavilion is at the deepest part of the garden, with vines twining into a natural dome. Empty. Lin Yu clenched her handbag tightly. Just when she thought she was being teased, there were very light footsteps behind her. She turned around. Shen Qinglan stood in the shadow of the wisteria flowers, her white skirt flowing, as cold as the sun. Seven years had left no trace on her face, but there were something more in those once gentle eyes that Lin Yu couldn't understand. The two of them were three meters apart, and neither of them spoke. The wind blew the wisteria petals down on Lin Yu's red skirt, like snow falling on the flames. After a long, long time, Shen Qinglan smiled slightly. That smile was like moonlight breaking through the clouds, carrying the same warmth as seven years ago. "Long time no see." She said, her voice was as soft as if she was afraid of breaking something, "I miss you very much." Lin Yu's red skirt rustled in the wind. She opened her mouth to ask why she left, why she heard nothing from her, and why she came back now - but her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't utter a single word. And Shen Qinglan was already walking towards her, one step, two steps. Wisteria flowers fell all over her shoulders. Intention: Always be your own rose, wanton and enthusiastic.