Thinking

Song Yuqing was ranked first in the 19th regular subjects and third in the 20th subjects. He was supposed to have a bright future and a smooth career, but in the turbulent court, the eunuchs were dictatorial and his cliques were at odds. In the same year, he was stabbed in the back and his best friends turned against each other. Song Yuqing's body was like a duckweed, ups and downs. After four years as an official, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and his shape was like a dead tree. Fortunately, he met Zhao Yicen. After spending three years together in Beijing and talking to each other, Song Yuqing thought she could spend her years with him like this until her black hair turned into snow. However, people's wishes are not fulfilled, and things in this world are always the hardest to be reunited and easy to separate. In the battle of Guanbei, Zhao Yicen was smeared with blood and died in death. Song Yuqing, who did not believe in ghosts and gods, began to seek immortality and Buddhism for the first time, for no other reason than to see Zhao Yicen again. But the autumn rain in the phoenix trees lasted until dawn. How could Zhao Yicen be so cruel? His soul had not entered his dream for three years. Later, during the blooming season in the south of the Yangtze River, Song Yuqing, who had reached the rank of minister, met Zhao Yicen again in a brothel tavern. Abandoning the normal human relationship, she was entangled with him to the death, but she saw the other person's eyes were red and her expression was lonely: "I know that I am his substitute. Just this time, can you call me?" Song Yuqing: "..." The person in his arms was indifferent and silent, and Zhao Yicen felt unbearably sour in his heart. He became angry and gritted his teeth and said: "I'm not much behind him, why do you use me as a substitute?" Song Yuqing: "…………" Intention: I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart.