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Zhang Jue never thought marriage would be like this,
like being widowed while still married.
Until Qi Yuan learned to be romantic,
and her second spring arrived.
The first step in becoming human:
I stepped into a temple
and met you.
+++++--"Green Snake"
Written on 2022.4.27
The story spans a short time, just one week. A sweet but awkward story about life after marriage.
P.S. The title comes from the line, "I'll miss the spring when I could pick flowers for you, then turn down your boundless winter snow." -- Shang Chun
+++The story will quote passages from the novel "Green Snake," lines from the play, and parts of the film several times. If you're interested, you can check them out beforehand.
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Bian Jing was out of work, so she decided to rent out a bedroom. Chen Chao moved in.
Guided by the principle that she shouldn't sit around doing nothing, she planned to return to her old job and start writing again.
But her inspiration had run dry, and she didn't know how to begin.
One day, as usual, she sat by the window, thinking about the plot of her novel.
Chen Chao came in and anxiously offered advice from the side. "You need inner thoughts and descriptions of the setting..."
Bian Jing sat in her study, looking at the drifting snow outside the window. She lit a cigarette, waited for him to finish, then asked, "Do you think you're the active or passive type?"
"I'm hyperactive."
"..."
A little scene:
Late at night, a tremendous rainstorm swept through in autumn.
She and Chen Chao sat in the living room watching a TV series and discussing the plot.
Her phone vibrated on the coffee table. Zhu Shiqing was calling.
Bian Jing picked it up and answered. Chen Chao was still beside her, chattering on about his analysis of the plot.
Hearing the other person's voice, both men asked at the same time, "Who is that?"
A story about two men pursuing one woman.
Dangerous things are beautiful, of course, but wouldn't it be better to watch her ride home?
The title comes from Zhang Zao's "In the Mirror":
A mirror will wait for her forever,
so she can sit in the place she always sits in the mirror.
"Morning clouds fall on the dream isle; the immortal herbs stand empty in the lofty hall." -- Li Bai
Written on 2021.9.20
Theme: Things of boundless beauty.
Thank you for your support. There are new readers who have discovered me and readers who have supported me for a long time. Thank you for your company. It's still the old rule. After every novel is completed, I will draw a gift from the reader, which is also my heartfelt wish. I hope more friends can support me and point out any shortcomings and I will correct them. Thank you ❤️[orange heart]💛[green heart][green heart][blue heart]💜[pink heart]
What is love? Is it a gust of autumn wind blowing into your heart?
After reading it, there is always a faint trace of sadness lingering in my heart. The sound of the wind and snow in Altay and the singing of birds in Qingcheng Mountain seem to be still echoing. And my heart has gained peace, just like a person who is rushing forward can lean on a tree to rest for a while, and has more moods and opportunities to think about life. It always feels like the story of Zhang Jue and Qi Yuan is still going on. At first, I felt that the writing was not detailed enough. I thought some of the passages were too jumpy and fragmented. As soon as I turned the page, the results of some things were not explained. But then I thought about it carefully, and I realized that this is real life - ordinary life with a little bit of joy. On a gently forward axis, undulating nodes are easier for us to remember. This is why I think Zhang and Qi's lives are still going on. After their relationship warmed up, falling in love became a daily routine.
I'm off today, I'm sick, I'll update as normal tomorrow. May everyone have a safe Christmas today. [Blue Heart]
Very good, but there are typos
"China in the Early 20th Century" gave the author a big bug~
The way he buys things is like a college student.
Wan Yi, I miss you often 😭 I had a vague glimpse of some tragedies happening, but I still couldn't believe it. What was once beautiful has turned into a painful existence, and it is also a rare concern for the rest of my life.
Could it be him? Sometimes we are lucky enough to meet him
I wish Wan Yi bravely rush to his "future". After reading these chapters, I can feel the growth of runner, and experience richer emotions in this story that belongs to Wan Yi [Blue Heart] When I saw the mountain for the first time, I was still in a state of burying the insights in my heart after reading the story. As I felt more and more different "her", I began to slowly try to "touch" them with words, but more of them felt a faint coldness, and this time it seemed to follow them into the fireworks of the world. You are awesome!