Nianhua was romantic, when I was young:
With his green clothes flying, he said: "Mr. Yin, I make you a wish." A smile filled his eyebrows.
"It's a deal." The young man in purple agreed readily. Qingjun's alienated face was very beautiful.
Waiting for him to rise to prominence:
He said: "Child slave, in these troubled times, I am willing to protect you forever."
The latter said nothing and held his hand tightly. Looking at the great rivers and mountains.
After finally ascending to the throne, Tsing Yi changed into a dragon robe:
He said: "Yin Aiqing, you..."
"I would like to resign, so that I can be alone in the world." Ziyi is still the same Ziyi as before, but his face seems to have changed beyond recognition: "Let me go, you granted me a wish when you were young."
"My dear... I..."
The man in purple took off his official hat and walked out slowly without anyone stopping him.
A long, long time passed:
The emperor is dead. That day, young people were playing horses and picking flowers on the street, just like the young men in purple.
At the corner of the street, a rickety old man in purple looked at the white people in the city. He knew that he had passed away, and his muddy tears fell down, and he murmured: "I have no regrets."
He seemed to see the smiling young man in Tsing Yi again. The young man in Tsing Yi held a paper umbrella and walked slowly over, saying, "I don't regret it either."