On the left side of the river in the Southern Song Dynasty, amid the misty rain and ruins, the gentle water and soil gave birth to a worldly love that had been silent for half a lifetime.
Su Hualuan was gentle and elegant, and was good at playing with the konghou and hairpins; Shen Yuheng was as pure as jade, and was good at poetry and calligraphy. The two of them met as neighbors and stayed together at all times, picking peach blossoms in spring, listening to the sound of lotuses in summer, picking up frosty leaves in autumn, and facing the smoke of the stove in winter. They are young and innocent, the years are gentle and long, the breeze under the eaves and the fallen flowers in front of the steps are all the pure and clear youthful love between the two. As we get older, love secretly arises, and we make a private promise under the moonlight, waiting for the wedding day to come, to spend the morning and evening together.
However, the good time is approaching, and the wind and moon are destroying it. Shen Yuheng has been plagued by serious illness since childhood, and has been dormant for many years. She is afraid that she will die early in her youth, leaving her young and widowed, suffering from the world and the sighs of others. He has always been gentle and tolerant, and he has been gentle to beautiful women for half his life. After all, he cannot bear to use his mutilated body to ruin her stability for the rest of her life.
After much consideration, he was willing to bear all the pain, deliberately pretending to be a ruthless wanderer, pretending to travel far away to study, and then decided to leave. From then on, there was no trace, and he lived alone in an empty mountain, enduring the pain and lovesickness, and spent his remaining years in silence.
Everyone in the world ridiculed him for being unlucky, but Su Hualuan remained silent and did not believe the rumors. She lived alone in the courtyard, abandoned her good relationship, guarded the old scenery in the courtyard and the tokens of her youth, waiting for her return every year, but failed every year, her black hair gradually dyed with frost, waiting for half a lifetime of empty happiness.
Time flies by, and old age grows late. A scrap of paper and old ink suddenly reveal the dust-laden truth. Only then did she realize that the decision to break up that year was not a break of love, but a silent fulfillment of his tenderness and forbearance to the end.
A gentle fulfillment, in exchange for the rest of my life separated by mountains and seas.
The wind and moon in youth are all warm and thick, and will eventually turn into ashes with the frost and snow.
The most regrettable thing in the world is probably a two-way love, but in order to protect each other's stability, you are willing to miss it for life.
Intention: The deepest love in the world is never about staying together, but about being patient and fulfilling. The male protagonist trades a serious illness and a reputation for the rest of her life in exchange for the female protagonist's stability for the rest of her life, which explains the deep and affectionate core of restraint and silence, and self-sacrifice for others. The story draws on Jiangnan's half-life romance and lifelong regrets to illustrate the impermanence of fate in the world: the gentlest separation is often the purest deep love, and silent sacrifice is better than thousands of years of staying together.