Wedge
I picked up the drunken beauty in the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The sweet and spicy aroma of the wine lingered on my tongue for thousands of times. It was just like the taste in the past. After living for a long time, I like old things, old objects, old friends, and a cup of old wine.
That old object is the pipa in my hand; the old friend is of course Mo Shangqi, and the old wine is of course a cup of intoxicating beauty. Nowadays, the old objects are available, and the old wine is not rare, but the old friends don't know where they are going.
The sound of pipa begins, and the story begins. The sound of the pipa ceases, and the music ends and everyone disperses. The winding string means that you can't ask for it, the old string is lost, the middle string is miserable and wandering, and the younger string has nothing to rely on.
At the beginning of the story, it is just a certain memory that is lingering and pathos.
Purpose: After thousands of years, just to find you