"One tael of silver, a pot of wine, and a green cauldron to cook the Spring and Autumn Festival."
Three hundred taels, an antique wine-selling loft was built in Chang'an Street at an unknown time. There was a chic and uninhibited owner of the ancient loft. He was dressed in a green shirt and had a copper bucket. He was lazy and had an evil smile. He held a willow branch in his mouth and a celadon jade flute in his arms.
The shadow of the world is hidden in the wine, and it will be in it for eternity.
"After living for a thousand years, I am still lonely."
Intention: The intertwining of love and hatred in ancient and modern times
