[Menghualu Fan] Feng Gu (Xu Pan Reality Xiang BE)

Copywriting: Yi was slightly drunk, but she listened to the children downstairs singing the song "Lotus Blossoms Fall" like a joke. "The robes are green, the futou is black, the spring breeze is triumphant, and the horse's hooves are rushing." "The pomegranate flowers are red and the hairpins are white. The scholar became a prostitute. He lost his beautiful girl." The newly composed music was out of tune, and the children's babbling was so noisy that it hurt my ears. The light rain fell on the ground, and the rain feet were like numbness, like the tears of a resentful woman, making people feel pitiful. Living in Tokyo is not easy. The wind is also strong these days, causing the green bamboos in the courtyard to bend and the camellias in the manor to fall to the ground. The plantains on the roadside were used to being trampled by people, but they were unscathed, but they looked a little shabby. The white thatch on the wall was lying in a state of disgrace, lying limply, barely breathing. Only the winding weeds and vines are still clinging to the broken branches, as if they are mocking the standing plants and trees in a arrogant way: Look at what, if it is broken, it will be broken, this is how I can survive! Let's look at a man from a humble family, with a strong character, but he couldn't help himself, he was ups and downs in this officialdom, and lost his love. Description: A short fan story about the TV series "Menghualu", completed in 1.8K words, imitating classical Chinese writing style. From Ouyang Xu's perspective, the main focus is Xu Pan BE, while the hidden Gu Pan is more realistic. Ouyang Xu is not dead. He loves Pan'er and loves power. However, due to being weak and weak, he can only try his best to climb up. In the end, he has to be smoothed out and becomes a person with no integrity that he himself despises, adding a sigh to the Taoist world. I'm not a fan of the show, but I just think this character is worth writing about. Intention: Abandoning true feelings and character in pursuit of fame and fortune is no different from a walking corpse.