This is an era of glorious dreams and deserted cities.
One is prosperous, the other is falling.
So looking at it right now, this era is actually beautiful.
Its beauty is slim and exquisite, just like the women of this era and the cheongsam they wear.
I love cheongsam. It has slanted lapels and buttons, satin or cotton and linen, and pearl white piping lined with orchids. It is noble and elegant. Every move, every frown and every smile can't hide the charm of the world. It can be said that cheongsam is one of the few proud products of this era.
However, I love cheongsam because Hua Rong once said: Qi'er is the most suitable woman for cheongsam I have ever seen.
Huarong is my fourth brother, the fourth young master of the Ye family in Shanghai. Yes, it was the Ye family in Shanghai who monopolized all the silk shops, pharmacies and banks in the seven provinces of South China.
I held my skirt slightly and walked towards him alone. The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world. My fourth brother, he is the graceful mountains and rivers in the world, the bright moon rising over the sea, and the most touching moment on the other side of the world. But he is my fourth brother, and no matter how hard I try, I am not qualified to ask him to love me.
The golden light in the dusk field where you turn your head is gentle and delicate, but also powerful. And the most gorgeous thing in this sky-filled glow is the deep, deep profile on the horse's back a few steps away.
My beautiful face, he stopped holding the reins and stood in the twilight. He said "I love you" in the most touching tone.
After you left, the spring was deep and the grass grew long, and the world was desolate. But Hua Rong, I still feel lucky to have you in my life. You are so good that I can love you enough to sacrifice my life and forget about death.
Purpose: country and family, love and righteousness, never give up in life or death