In Peiping during the Republic of China, there were tea lights, wine shadows, and carved window lattice. He acted absurdly and wanted to have fun under the reputation of a playboy, but because of his aloofness, he was willing to restrain his sharp edge and learn to lie dormant and bow his head; In the shadows, the opportunity to break the situation can be heard from the absurd drinking order - from midsummer to midwinter, from the chirping of cicadas to the heavy snow, they work together again and again. The interlaced comments on the ledger hide acquaintances that are more important than family status.
The business war was raging and the situation was difficult. He went south to join the war alone. He stayed in Beijing to deal with officials and businessmen. They only met and separated in short and long letters. The so-called promises had long been integrated into every inch of the trade route that they walked side by side. It's just that the paper boat of history is too shallow to carry the spring and autumn of the teahouse, the lights of the restaurant, and the spring that stood side by side in the industrial blueprint - until Chu Kai's name became the cold type on the newspaper, and the wind and rain of the times broke up all the hesitations to speak. In the autumn light of silver candles, Zheng Min held the gilt pen given by Chu Kai and sat facing the cold light. He suddenly realized that the rest of his life was just like a small boat, sailing in the sorrow of spring that would never reach the shore.
Update by chance~
Intention: A wisp of incense lingers throughout the day,
Wake up late from hangover,
Annoyed by spring mood.
Feiyan mistakenly believes in Gui again,
Small screen on Xijiang Road.