In the dream, I don't know what night it is, but I can only see the past with fingers clasped together. Waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for his wife to return, one night passed, the flowers withered, and there was a young child who claimed to be my daughter. Jing Wushang: ... He took his daughter on a long journey to find his wife, and met various women with similar names to his wife along the way. Jing Wushang watched from the sidelines, missing his wife crazily. One day, after painstaking efforts, the flowers will bloom, and I will take my wife's hand and return home with my wife. *The chapter titles are taken from ancient poems, and the content introduction is from the lines of the original play, neither of which is original.
Conception:
Thanks ma'am! ! ! This week, I watched the plot again. Wen Qing and Yaoying cried until midnight, and I didn't have the energy to move bricks during the day. Now that I have finished reading my wife's article, I can continue to work overtime until 10 o'clock! ! Mrs. Sugar Sprinkler, I love you!
Shocked→_→Happy(￣?￣)
Thanks ma'am! ! ! This week, I watched the plot again. Wen Qing and Yaoying cried until midnight, and I didn't have the energy to move bricks during the day. Now that I have finished reading my wife's article, I can continue to work overtime until 10 o'clock! ! Mrs. Sugar Sprinkler, I love you!