Nan Zhi, who lives next to the locust tree, is a weirdo. She doesn't know the starting point and the end, but she can see through the past and present of the world.
In the Yan Dynasty, there was a Confucian Prime Minister Fu Zhichen who was famous all over the world. He had a face like a crown jade and was a humble gentleman. He has a wife who is as bright as fire, lively and lively.
Everyone said that the two were childhood sweethearts. Fu Xiang loved his wife as much as he loved her. Every morning when the sun shone in the morning glow, Fu Xiang would sit on a stone chair in the courtyard and enjoy tea and wine. Just to be able to welcome the gorgeous morning glow like my wife every morning.
After this statement spread, Su Yi touched Fu Zhichen, poked his shoulder and asked him with a smile on his face, "Hey~ I heard that you love me to the core. You have to look at the morning glow that symbolizes me every morning to welcome every day happily."
"Pfft~" He chuckled. He turned his head to face Su Yi, still looking elegant and gentle. He patted her head and said nothing.
Su Yi looked at the handsome face in front of him. He raised his eyebrows and turned away, smiled and said no more.
Until that day when she collapsed on the mountain, Su Yi looked at the sunset and suddenly felt a sense of melancholy. At that time, I had to pester him to find out the result. There is an answer after all. It feels really uncomfortable to not be able to take a breath now.
In fact, Su Yi knew it all along. What Fu Zhichen greeted was not the morning glow, but the morning dew that was placed under the morning glow and clung to the grass and trees.
The morning glow passed by the clouds, leaving behind an afterimage. Morning dew moistens vegetation and nourishes thousands of living things.
You see, no matter how beautiful the morning glow is, it is just a thought, and it can only be a thought.
Intention: Love, shoulder to shoulder, free and easy love.