The peonies fall at the beginning of summer, and the flowers are young. We met at the beginning of that year, when he was eighteen, but he was already a husband.
He raised his eyes among the fallen flowers and saw the man in white clothes and black hair, holding a paper umbrella to shield his lover from the early summer sun.
The man looked back under the umbrella and saw the young man in the flower room wearing a lake-colored wide shirt, with flag-shaped brows and starry eyes, stunning and fleeting.
The man finally took the umbrella and left, but then asked the people around him: Who was young among the peonies just now?
Then, the man cut off his past, broke his wings, chopped off his pride, and finally allowed him half of his prosperity.
Master, I am a good boy who is easy to seduce! Mwah