During his youth in the past year, he met Gu Zhuqing, and that day happened to be the beginning of spring. Later, he went to Beijing to take the exam and became a minor county magistrate; he went to the mountains to become a disciple and became a fortune teller.
Flowers will wither, the sea will change, and people will meet again?
The scholar smiled in the peach blossom curtain, drunk by the spring breeze, drunk by the peach blossoms, and drunk by Gu Zhuqing.
Lu Jin actually liked him for a long, long time...
Time flies, and the flowers bloom in the early spring of the next year, but things have already changed. In a daze, he seemed to see a scholar standing on the other side of the lake. The scholar under the willow tree was wearing warm green clothes and had a clear smile.
A humble gentleman, as gentle as jade.