Suddenly, I like women named "Dragon" and feel that a beautiful woman named "Dragon" must be peerless and independent.
The name of the story comes from a mythical story I read when I was young, but the story I wrote has absolutely nothing to do with mythology. It uses a reason to introduce a woman named "Jade Dragon", her growth and love, and her affirmation and determination of love.
In 1928, the 17th year of the Republic of China, a girl from the south of the Yangtze River named "Yulong" accidentally met a young tea merchant named "Yuntian" because of a snail. Although the two got to know each other in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, they never expressed their feelings to each other due to improper family relationships. After several episodes of sadomasochism, the two fell in love deeply and uncontrollably.
However, no matter how much dissatisfaction there is in this world, it cannot change the sincere love...
Yulong relied on his persistence and hard work to support his fragmented family. Yuntian abandoned his family and his sweetheart and resolutely joined the army.
When the Japanese came, thousands of families' wealth was wiped out, and human lives were destroyed. Yulong assumed his responsibilities and obligations for his beloved and rescued the family who had abandoned him. The family worked together to save the family business. The elders who had blocked the marriage came to a realization and regretted their original malicious breakup.
However, the reality has changed. When the two people who love each other meet again, can they continue their relationship?
What will be the result: an ordinary couple who are dependent on each other, a silver-haired lover separated by two sides of the Taiwan Strait, or a half-century of Sauvignon Blanc between a general and a businesswoman.
I would like to write this article to commemorate my ancestors and that beautiful and turbulent era. I also use this to express my love for my hometown, the beautiful land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River in my dreams, to commemorate the green grass in the sky, clear lakes, wind-blown willows, childlike everywhere, gentle and beautiful, long and long, green tiles and white walls, stone alleys, misty rain, and lilac-like girls...