The moon is like a star, and the veil is dark, everything is settled. In the mirage of glass, Song Yuan only remembers the first love letter written by An Nianqing to himself in the chapters flying across the sky over the years:
Brother Song, everyone in Kyoto is still waiting for us to get married.
"Master Song, An has liked you for a long time." Disguise.
"Song Yuan, did I dig your ancestral grave or something? Why are you so hard on me?!" Angry.
"Song Yurong! Can I treat you to a few jugs of good wine?" Joy said.
"Brother Song~" whispered.
In fact, Song Yuan never told An Nianqing that he remembered every moment with him.
God doesn't allow me, and I don't believe in God either.
Walking calmly for thirty chapters, it may be that melancholy is frivolous.
When everything is settled and everything is peaceful, come see the flowers and willows and the rain and snow with me again. This time I promise you will be red for ten miles and grow old together.
Maybe when you see the pear blossoms falling in front of the closed firewood door again, you still have a bit of frivolity in your youth, so you don't have to worry about the bustling flowers anymore.
Mission: Prosperity and well-being