Dreams Are Broken and Flowers Are Old

Short story: I thought about riding horses with Shen Dunqing, traveling together in the mountains and rivers, and growing old together, but I never imagined what it would be like to wear wedding clothes when I married Shen Dunqing. When Shen Dunqing held my hand, looked at me and told me that when he gets the first prize in this subject, it will be the day to propose marriage. He vowed so firmly that the lights behind him were not as bright as his eyes when he looked at me. On the day when I got married to Zhao Yuanzuo, the sedan chair passed by Hongqiao. I lifted the curtain on my head and saw Shen Dunqing standing blankly on the Hong Bridge, staring at my sedan chair. His eyes were empty and motionless, just like a statue that had been mercilessly baptized by wind and rain that had been erected in Hongqiao for a hundred years. Conception: