In the spring of 1885, they met next to an ancient well in the west wing of the Zhang family.
In the autumn of 1896, on an auspicious day, the red sedan chair was carried high, the gongs and drums were noisy, and the guests were in great numbers. Everyone in the village twenty miles away knew that it was the young man from the Zhang family who had chosen the right day to marry his beloved girl.
"My list is written in Luo characters. I come from Jijun's clan. Elder Guan gave me the name and title of Qing."
"My real name is Haimo. Since I took over as the patriarch, I changed my name to Qi Ling. I am the mausoleum keeper of the Zhang family."
Afterwards, the disorder of amnesia recurred, remembering and forgetting again and again.
Only one person is always behind you, guarding you carefully until death.
Have you ever remembered that during the three days of silence, there were people who did not believe in gods and Buddhas who knelt down and prayed devoutly in front of the Buddha statues?
Have you ever remembered someone who taught you to feel the connections in the world and taught you to no longer be indifferent and alienated?
Xuantong secret realm, the king of hell rides on the corpse
White clothes go, red clothes return
Ice coffin permanently sealed inside the tomb
And she woke up in another world, her eyes wet.
He could only laugh at himself:
After all, I can't accompany him to grow old
After all, all this is just... A big dream
Intention: I hope you will come back