My name is Jiang Nanxing.
When I was 25, I got a photo.
The girl in the photo smiled brightly, which made my heart flutter.
I made many attempts to find her, but could never find any trace of her.
It was as if she didn't exist in this world at all.
When I was 30 years old, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, with the full moon hanging high and thousands of families reunited, I was walking alone on the street.
Then, I stepped into the prosperous Chang'an.
On the Lantern Festival, the phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night long.
In front of the giant light wheel, I met Ruan Xiyue.
She is sixteen years old, pretty and lovely, and is the legitimate daughter of the family of a doctor in the Shanbu Department.
For some reason, she had the exact same face as in the photo.
From then on, every full moon night, I could travel to Chang'an City a thousand years ago and stay there for three days.
After traveling several times, Ruan Xiyue and I gradually got to know each other.
She had never eaten lychees, so I gave her a full box.
Her husband wouldn't let her read history books, so I just brought her a copy of "New Tang Book" and read it to her.
The two of us made tea and drank together, lit candles on the Analects of Confucius at night, visited the east and west markets, and read hundreds of operas and dramas.
Spring and summer passed by quickly, and I found that I fell in love with her.
But the next full moon night, I suddenly couldn't go back.
At the same time, in the real world, the girl in the photo suddenly appeared in front of me.
*The atypical past and present life of pseudo-suspense and true pure love
*First person perspective
Concept: love myth