Su Jin raised his eyes and looked across a candlelit hall, two cloisters, three revolving lanterns and a room full of people.
The woman was clustered among a group of young masters and ladies, like stars holding the moon. Different from the other young ladies around her who were either brightly or elegantly dressed, she wore a dark dress with flowing clouds and flowers embroidered with silver and gold threads, covering the gown with glitter. She still likes gold and silver jewelry, high-quality jadeite, finely hollowed gold hairpins, huge and round pearls, all these valuable and nouveau riche items, which she wears all over her body.
Against the background of her pale face, there was an indescribable feeling of despondency.
But it doesn't feel at all tacky like the nouveau riche.
It was an unspeakable temperament that Su Jin didn't quite understand at that time.
Later, after struggling in the Vanity Fair, trying to survive in the smoke and fire, and dealing with princes, nobles, wealthy businessmen, noble sons, ladies and other all kinds of people, I realized that this person was raised among hundreds of flowers, gold and silver, and was flattered by everyone around him. He was the only one in the Four-Nine City who was truly noble and arrogant to the core.
"We have the same dreams at night, the same makeup at dawn, and the same beauty in the mirror."
The famous actress on the stage was singing opera lyrics, while Miss Shen Er in the audience was leaning on the beautiful lady.
The family and country have risen and fallen over the past few decades, and the grievances and grudges have been ups and downs for half a lifetime.
In those days, when "the mountains and the earth were as perfect as the heavens and the earth," and we risked our lives to be together, do we still love each other?
Or is he still there?
Intention: In the great era, people of all kinds are carried by the torrent, like dust, rushing towards the rising sun.