I watched "Iron Teeth and Bronze Teeth Ji Xiaolan" a few days ago. There is a singing scene in it, and I was suddenly infected by the lingering and pathos emotions in the play. I have always liked Ji He as a CP, so I thought I would write one when inspiration came, and thus this article "Qing Yi" was born. Combining the handsome gentleman in history and the elegant Ji Xiaolan in film and television, it tells a bizarre love story where "flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist". It's just a story.
Note: Literature and art, three vulgarities, short
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