The dark history of junior high school has been deceived...
The face of the vicissitudes of life is like a thousand dry ravines, and there is no trace of the warmth of the past: "Mother-in-law is waiting... Mother-in-law is waiting for you and she will never come back."
She is waiting for someone.
Surrounding the sky is the newly reprinted version of "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix":
The wine that penetrates the intestines makes the soul sad, and the water in the pavilion is cold, fragrant and hateful. The flowers fall in the wind, and the red harvest is scattered. Thousands of hectares of decayed gardens, and a lonely boat. Silent. Silent. Silent.
The blood is condensed, the face is like dirt, and my heart is full of tears for Jian Deng. Withered hands are embroidering, the weaver is gone, the tears are dry and the eyes are dry, drunk in the cold autumn. Fall. Fall. Fall.
She waited like this for forty years.