When I first met him, he was just wearing a light-colored robe, with his long hair rolled up casually, and his slight smile touched my heartstrings. He is not a very beautiful man, but there is something about him that only belongs to literati - a free and easy and frivolous temperament, but it is as seductive as poisonous wine.
When we first met, he called me "Wan Wan."
I just smiled back. But the love in his eyes couldn't be concealed. Calling me the name I've been called countless times in my dream, "Brother Yansong."
He just smiled and nodded.
Purpose: Use the ups and downs of the plot and the conflicts between characters to reflect the beliefs of the family and country