Pingting Shaoyao has been here for twelve years. Is your heart still the same as before?
My sleeves are still filled with the desire to embrace the fragrance of flowers, and my eyes are gazing at the heart of the medicine king.
The two people, who were bound by the same marriage, got married blindly and silently, but they got along very harmoniously and they were very compatible.
When you go out and enter a pair, treat each other with respect as guests. They are a perfect match that everyone admires, a match made in heaven.
Everything seems to have fallen into place, but there is a certain destiny...
There is a saying in Buddhism: "The cause of the past life is the result of this life."
A bunch of neon clothes are dancing, the skirts of the Qiong Tower are floating north, and the bricks are covered with red flowers.
With his red clothes fluttering and his temples slightly scattered, he once sat beside her, leaned down and said to her in her ear: "The strings of Shu and Qin Zhu are not related to love. The east wind is eventful. Seeing all the red rain, I would tie the flower bells for you with all my heart."
The piccolo blows the flowers, and the flowers shine on the water. An elegant tune, he is dressed in white, simple and elegant, and a gentleman.
Suddenly they met each other at a glance, and from then on, their thoughts were uncertain, and they were trying to seize the hegemony for a lifetime, looking for even the slightest trace.
The cold smoke and moon, the sparse shadows across the window, and the three-year appointment, she could only make him a promise: "The people are indifferent, the water is misty, and I will come back here and that night again."
So, for whom is she living in the wilderness for the sake of being controlled by others and willing to suffer the heartache of thousands of poisons?
So, for which one did she abandon her family's life and death, and be criticized by everyone in the world?
So, who does she love? Who would be willing to die for her and become a demon...
What is told here is a story, but also her life.
In this period of history that has been annihilated by dust, anyone who has experienced it will never forget: This night in the Red Mansion, heaven and earth are equally sad.
"Aster This Life" is first released in Jinjiang, I hope it can give you a different feast of words...