I am a primary school ideological and moral teacher in my mid-twenties. Since my second year in college, I have been immersed in the descriptions of history books and novels about the martial arts and heroic spirit of Yinxiang, the thirteenth son of Emperor Kangxi, and I have been out of control ever since.
A pair of imitation ruby earrings took me to a time and space three hundred years ago, where there were no dear parents, no best friend Zhong Yiren, no ideological and moral textbooks, no computers, no McDonald's and no Starbucks... But there was Yinxiang there. Seeing and touching Yinxiang, even if his heart wants to accommodate more than just me, it doesn't matter, because I have shouted his name into the air thousands of times. From the moment he responded to me for the first time, I decided to love him, whether he loves me or not.
The entanglement before time travel, the love after time travel, the reunion after more than ten years of separation - what I want to talk about is an ordinary dependence. To me, he is no longer Prince Yixian with the flamboyant and nihilistic beauty of "loyal, respectful, honest, upright, diligent, cautious and honest". He is just the man sleeping quietly in the Yunxi River Valley, an ordinary man who was once tightly intertwined with my life.
Yihua·Yishijie is homophonic to the Buddhist word "One Flower, One World". I think that maybe one day, we can meet each other in countless reincarnations. By then, my beauty will be mottled and you will lose your spirits. Maybe at that time, time will carve exquisite wrinkles and write stories in the ravines.
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