The maple forest is dyed with fire, the Qiong pot sings to the moon, and the long song leans against the building. Year after year, in front of the flowers and under the moon, there is a statue of fragrant wine. The red lotus is falling from the water, only the jade chime can be heard, but the feeling remains...
When a thought arises, the world is so close; when a thought is extinguished, the world is so close.
"Brother, who are you?" For the first time, her voice was soft and her eyes were full of wariness.
"I am who you think I am?" A gentle smile appeared on his sickly pale face. This little girl is so cute.
"Brother, who are you?" She put the white gardenias she had just picked into his big warm hands like a gift with her small hands, raised her eyes and stared at him.
"Whoever you want me to be is who I am." He smiled as always.
"Brother, who are you?" When he was asked for the third time, the palace officials said he was about to die.
"I am the little girl's good brother." He said in the letter with a gentle smile.
This has been eight years.
Take advantage of the clear autumn breeze, put on an elegant plain dress, drink a cup of tea before the rain, stroll under the red maple tree, let the red leaves fall, be gentle and elegant, and the pure jade is flawless.
"Who are you?" She pointed her slender finger at the man in white, who looked so much like him.
"Jun Mo." He chuckled, that smile looked so much like him.
"We were wrong from the beginning."
"Who do you think I am?"
"Have mercy on the hairpin?... In this case, the princess is the true wife..."