At the end of the Southern Liang Dynasty, the Su family was covered by a curtain.
To reach a long distance with steady steps, to travel thousands of mountains and watch the rain and the pistons, these are all trivial and common things that ordinary people do in the world.
These floating dust are two pieces of duckweed. I am willing to whisk the dust for you and sink together, regardless of the ups and downs.
An official disguised as a man, a down-and-out daughter from a scholarly family, met by chance in a rain, in a temple. Time flies, God's will is unpredictable, and they become a couple by mistake. This article tells an ordinary story about two women living on the border and having troubled parents. It is probably the most ordinary story I have ever written. There is no paranoid girl who insists on having her own way, no resentful girl who deceives and tolerates herself. They are just two ordinary people, maybe just a little smarter than others, chatting and talking about things, influencing and changing each other inadvertently over the years, and eventually becoming an indispensable part of each other's life.
It is a rare occasion that I write about an ordinary woman who resolves conflicts first and then talks about feelings.
The emotional line is very slow and has no complicated branch lines. Life is the main line. Two people, one road, go to the end.
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