Ghost version:
Yi Jijun: "Why did you give me the flute?"
Shendong: "The token of love is yours - mine!"
Yi Jijun: "Why are you famous in the world?"
Shendong: "I want you to come find me!"
Yi Jijun: "Why do you plant Shili red plum trees in Wangyin?"
Shen Dong: "I want to reach the same destination with you by different roads!"
Zuo You (snap/fierce): "Shendong! Where is my family Qinghe?!"
Shendong (beaten for no apparent reason/more violently): "Get out! I'm confessing!!!"
Yi Jijun (ashamed): "... Cough..."
Wen Qinghe (embarrassed): "You... I... Have always been behind you!"
Zuo You (feeling guilty): "... Cough... Let's go, Qinghe, let's go home!"
Shendong (angry): "You want to leave?! The guy named Zuo! No way! Mr. Ji, you arrest Qinghe, and I'll kill the guy named Zuo!"
Yi Jijun: "..."
Wen Qinghe: "..."
Zuo You: "...!"
——————I am a serious Trojan——————
He once asked him: "What are you hoping for? What are you afraid of? What are you sad about?"
At that time, his back was turned to him, the warm winter sun was shining on them, and the vague fragrance of flowers accompanied by the night wind and his answer rushed into his heart...
"Hope? I have nothing to worry about, neither parents nor lovers, so what can I hope for! Fear? Since you and I met, in this vast world, have you ever seen me afraid of anything, so why should I be afraid! Sad? I am romantic and happy, and a pot of wine is enough, so there is no need to talk about sadness!" As he said that, he picked up a jar of wine and drank it. How high-spirited...
Time has passed, and now there is both good and evil. Returning to the hometown of Chunyang, the young people who once drank and chatted happily are now strangers...
Let me ask again: "What hope? What fear? What sadness?"
A sound like sadness and sigh came, lingering in my ears and feeling in my heart. It is difficult to shake off "When will this life like a tombstone be possible again?"
In this life, there is love and hate, and hate is hard to eliminate, but love has never been broken...
Looking back at half a lifetime, it turns out that we all blushed for each other and shed tears because of each other...
——————I am the nagging author——————
Ahem... The story of two upright gentlemen whose sleeves were cut off for no apparent reason (fog)
And the story of two friends who watched the cut sleeves and got infected (this... I really didn't know it was still contagious!) And got cut sleeves.