Luo Chuchu grew up in Suzhou, Jiangnan. She pretended to be the daughter of poets and writers, but in her heart she lived in the rivers and lakes, and occasionally walked through the rivers and lakes at night.
I have taken the time to take stock of half my life, and I have experienced several childhood sweethearts, including the boy in white who listened to the snow in the lonely mountain, the swordsman in black who played the flute in Zhongyuan, the man in red who was riding a horse in the west wind, and the genius doctor who cooked tea under the eaves.
The love between brother and sister, the friendship between confidants, the love between man and woman, I have loved and hated others in just half my life, and it has been hazy in the mist for more than ten years, and I can neither remember nor distinguish them clearly.
At first, Luo Chuchu thought that the one she loved in her heart was Mo Shuyu. For him, she entered Yancheng, broke the engagement, and left behind the restraint of her daughter's family. As for Gusu Limo, she naturally hated him for colluding with the royal family to rebel against the Luo family, deceiving her and harming her husband.
But later, when the rain stopped in Wushan and the lights went out in ten years, she wore sackcloth for Gusu Limi.
The rivers and lakes are far apart, grudges are hard to separate, and love is deep and hard to understand.
Purpose: growth, kindness, principles