This Hatred Has Nothing to Do with the Wind and the Moon

Derivative works based on the background of the original work are OOC, so if you don't like them, don't read them. Te Er Ming Jian is written by the same person... But not by the same person. It is another story that relies on the character's name and personality. It is out of the ordinary and out of touch. If you change the name, it can be read as another story. Please forgive me if the plot is off-topic. About "This Hate". This is not a very happy story, and it is destined not to be happy. Those extras can really only be treated as extras, nothing more. Some people say it is heavy, but in that era, there were too many things that were heavier and more ruthless than feelings in the struggle for the survival of the family and the country... I love those things that belong exclusively to the Republic of China, those cheongsams and fox-fur long skirts and trench coats, woven cotton embroidered patent leather high heels, long gowns and suits and leather shoes, and a dream of red lights, green wine, and flowers. The Republic of China style is not only a name for a style, but also a specific background of the era, with the common imprint of tradition and platinum, where collapse and rebirth coexist. This story is no longer in its infancy, and the original idea was thrown into pieces by me. The war is long, and the clouds are cloudy in troubled times. For Gong Jian, he is a man who stands on the cusp of the storm, holding on to the sun and the moon, with the mountains and rivers shattered and the wind fluttering. What I have been thinking about is the scene that appeared in the prologue. No matter how calm it is, it is full of sadness and desolation. They are all men and have men's responsibilities and responsibilities. Each other is a mature individual with unique ways of thinking and doing things. In my mind, in this era, love has nothing to do with romance, let alone them? I love Mingjian, I love the old films of the Republic of China, and I respect both of them. It is enough for me to write the most sincere words for what I love.