The plum rains in the south of the Yangtze River are continuous, and the cyan in the Xujia dyeing shop will never dry out.
Xu Qing understands the bitterness of bamboo leaf charcoal, and Shen Luoqing understands the sourness of green plum wine. One is standing by the dye vat with his fingertips soaked in grime, and the other is in the library with gloom hidden behind his eyes. That "green on top of green" satin was supposed to be a unique item, but instead it became a life-threatening talisman that clings to the bones and destroys the soul.
The bamboo knife cut not only the shroud, but also the blood in the wrists; the waste well swallowed not only the green satin, but also two souls that refused to go away. The world only knows that celadon glaze can produce azure, but they don't know that some greenness is the depression caused by blood and tears.
Adding green to green is not joy, but a curse that will last until death. It is also something that they do not want to be digested by the world - the green glaze ballad.
Intention: Some colors cannot be produced, and some are deeply sentimental and cannot be tolerated by the world.