If Yingtai were a woman dressed in red, Brother Liang, would you be willing to be paired with her?
Whenever Luo Qing hears that lilting melody, with its endless refrain of the Eighteen Farewell Meetings, the corners of her mouth involuntarily lift. Her gentle eyes light up with happiness.
She holds out her left hand. A jade-green bracelet rests on her wrist, catching the sunlight and shimmering. It feels as though she has returned to those youthful, inexperienced days, and the melodious lyrics of the opera are still as beautiful as ever.
Speckled sunlight filters through the leaves and falls on her dark blue qipao, embroidered with butterflies in gold thread. The gramophone sings over and over: "Brother Liang, if Yingtai were a woman dressed in red, would you be willing to be paired with her? Be paired with her, be paired with her..."
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Looks good ~ big and great
It turns out that I also write in the Republic of China, and my writing style is great!