In some stories, people cook wine and admire the moon, pick up flowers in the morning and evening, and love each other without knowing it; in some lives, they are attracted by wealth and wealth, but they follow them all their lives but feel as if they are lost.
There are only a few in this life - nothing more than sipping tea in the long streets, outings in the spring breeze, drinking alone under the moon, dancing swords in the bright sun, sailing freely, galloping horses, reciting poems among flowers, playing the piano in the peach orchard, galloping in official circles, strolling in the light rain, drinking a few pots of warm wine on festivals, writing articles criticizing a few bastards, and always having a lover on the bed.
Past events, like old relationships, are scars that cannot be opened or healed. Time is a river that flows from the past, and its ending is doomed as early as the beginning.
You and I both have such a poetic and romantic story.
"I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I know what happened to you and I burst into tears."
Note: Please understand half of Su Shuang's rebirth novel, and those of you who don't write about tragedies should also understand it.
The purpose is not to abuse, and abuse only abuses the liver, lungs, gallbladder, kidneys, and never the heart.
After going through all the protagonists and supporting characters one by one (what a mess), the article can be concluded. Let's finish it together.