In the end, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of the dish, you are both a gift and a calamity.
If Zhuang Zhou had not dreamed of the dish, there would have been no gifts and no calamity.
Zhuang Zhou had a butterfly in his dream, and I also had a calamity in my life.
Zhuang Zhou has only one dream in his life, and I will use my whole life to overcome this calamity.
I remember when I was flying on the grass, wearing iron clothes and monk clothes. There is no one on the Tianjin Bridge. I am leaning against the railing to watch the sunset.
The Saint of the Western Region, the Young Master of the Wolf Clan, and the Gu King of the Miao Territory, was doomed to tragedy from the beginning.
The free and easy and melancholy Shen Yuan, the innocent and simple Feng Lincheng, the infatuated and vengeful Ping Xie, the gentle and attentive Song Mingyue, the "cute" and strong Xu Niannian... The blood feud of three generations has to be settled by several teenagers...
That year, when the spring rain fell on the ground, the indifferent Wolf Princess rescued the boy who was stepped into the mud: "Ping Xie, when you grow up, I will marry you!"
That year, it snowed heavily in Shengjing, and the girl lightly opened her red lips and said, "My dear, I am willing to take you back home as a betrothal gift in a prosperous and prosperous age."
From the first day of Shen Yuan's marriage, Feng Lincheng and Ping Xie were destined to be her fate. She said personally, "I will marry you." But she broke her promise. Faced with the kind and gentle words "My dear," she remained silent.
"I am the source of the sin, and I will bear the responsibility..."
Feng Lincheng paused for a long time and left his last words: "Mother, take me away, I don't want... To let Shengjing become my burial place..."
Intention: Thank you for the light that never cuts off when you are in darkness