There is a legend: In the south stands a tree called the parasol tree. In the heavens lives a divine bird called the phoenix. Tired from its travels, the phoenix flies down to roost in the parasol tree. The phoenix is trapped in the nine heavens, and the parasol tree perishes.
No one knows whether it is true, and no one cares to investigate, because it is only a legend.
However things may be, none of us can live inside a legend. But who can say that our lives... aren't a legend of their own?
Who can say with certainty that this legend isn't true?
The phoenix roosts in the parasol tree. Perhaps the phoenix, too, once waited ten thousand years for the parasol tree meant for it.
Love and hate, grudges and feuds, one coming and the other going, twists of fate. In the end, the hardest thing in this world to tell true from false is not people, but love.
Although I don't know if the author can see this comment. I read this novel through WeChat tweets. One question I have is whether Wutong is a scholar after all, because when he was still a sycamore tree, he gave his life and skills to the scholar, locked the scholar's soul, and told the mountain god that he had lived enough and hoped that they would be together. However, when he incarnated, he was still Wutong, and he still had Wutong's memory instead of the scholar's. Then Mo Chen woke up and said that he was now Mo Chen instead of Phoenix. Although I don't have mysophobia, I am a bit disconnected, because when Mo Chen noticed Wutong at the beginning, he thought of the green figure of the scholar ten thousand years ago. . .
After reading it, I am speechless. Can I say that I did not understand it? I am a little worried about my IQ -_-|||
Please update T^T Do you want to forget all the hard-working readers after New Year's Day?
Oh, your copywriting is so beautiful (*ˉˉ*)