It has been many years since we met this time, and I don't care about the return date this time.
Copywriting one:
The Lord of Guanhua Time, Qi Wang Zhangyu, has never had any light shine into his world in his life. He was made a hostage when he was young and his family was exterminated. In order to find out why something happened to his family when he was young, he took the blame and was forced to the bottom of the abyss. After climbing up step by step, he separated from the organization he founded, and his second apprentice died because of him. Many people say he is cold-blooded because he doesn't seem to care about anything. Until he has cornered all his enemies. He suddenly realized that his whole life was a bad debt and he had no reason to live anymore. It was his initiative to fall into the Wuji Abyss again. He was ready for this to end.
Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, I was sitting in the long-gone Half Day Tea House, listening to a storyteller. The surrounding scene was so familiar that it was heart-stoppingly familiar, and yet so unfamiliar that my hair stood on end. It was as if those journeys mixed with life and death were just an absurd dream.
He never expected that he would see Su Chen again - the old friend who had long forgotten him.
The Su Chen in front of him was still the same as before, gentle and inquiring.
But in those eyes, there was no wave of reunion after a long absence, no complexity of hesitating to speak, only... A completely unfamiliar blank. It was as if the years, life and death that lay between them had never existed.
Is this resurrected teahouse real or fake?
Is this estranged old friend an illusion or reality?
Did he fall into the bottom of the infinite abyss... Or some carefully crafted trap? When memories are shattered and the truth is covered in dust, what kind of shocking secret is hidden behind this untimely reunion?
Copywriting two:
In Xuandu, Mingyu,
A dilemma that no one knows the cause of: ** Time is tied here, and the past and present, the living and the dead, the forgotten and the lost are roughly mixed together.
A forgotten person: He walks in familiar streets, but carries a blank past. The old friend is so close, it feels like a world away. Why is he here? What crucial thing was forgotten?
A lost person: He stepped in with smoke and nothingness all over him, his hatred was gone, and the road ahead turned into ashes. Is this strange reappearance of the old days a joke from God? Or another form of the abyss?
A misplaced encounter: the "first meeting" after the song ended, and the "return" after many years. We are both strangers at the end of the world, meeting each other... Why should we have known each other before?
Cooperation and utilization are walking on thin ice on the fault lines of memory.
Justice and principles are blurred on the stage of illusion.
Memories and reality collide fiercely in the intertwined time and space.
Many years later, someone asked the owner of Flower Viewing Time if he ever regretted it.
He looked in the direction of Xuandu and smiled lightly after a long time:
"The peach blossoms in Xuandu Temple... I wonder how they are blooming now."
Copywriting three
Su Chen connected with Zhang Yu's communication spirit formation: "Finally, can you tell me where the news came from?"
Zhang Yu didn't feel guilty at all: "I asked my subordinate Wu Fang, the owner of Banshi Tea House, to inquire about this."
Su Chen was silent for a moment, "Is it reliable?"
Zhang Yu didn't care very much: "He said he was reliable."
Su Chen: "..."
Su Chen: "Do you know how to write the word 'reliable'?"
Zhang Yu's voice was lazy: "Of course."
Su Chen just wanted to make a mockery, but it seems like it's useless for you to know.
I heard Zhang Yu mutter to himself: "My former subordinate gave me an eight-character evaluation, which I think is quite appropriate."
"Which eight characters?"
"If you don't succeed enough, you will fail too much.
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