Tonghua has been searching for her best friend for several years to no avail. A spring rain fell silently in Qingzhou, and the tung flowers came back here again. This is her cause and effect.
Tonghua sat down in the teahouse and heard people say that the newly appointed official of Qingzhou, Shansui, was a woman with beautiful appearance, gorgeous and not vulgar, like a goddess.
Tonghua listened and looked at the street. Suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves. The rider was a woman, accompanied by guards behind her. She was dressed simply, with a little pink and white, and a look of compassion on her eyebrows. She recognized Zhu Jiao at a glance, but Zhu Jiao seemed to have forgotten her and rode away.
In the next two days, she went to Shansui's house every day to see Shansui, but Shansui went to Longcheng due to issues related to people's interests. Two days passed. When Tonghua finally waited for Shansui to come back, Shansui learned that she had been waiting at the door of the mansion for two days. He thought she had any grievances, so he took her to the mansion to rest for a while. Shansui asked her what grievances she had, but Tonghua only called her Zhu Jiao. Shansui told her that she didn't know Zhu Jiao, and wondered if she was the missing sister in her family.
Facing Shan Sui's concerned gaze, Tonghua was speechless for a moment. She stared at the silver ornaments on Shan Sui's head, and then saw Shan Sui's loving eyes. Only then did she realize that the reincarnated person did not recognize her.
Tonghua didn't remember how she left Shansui's house. She kept thinking that maybe it wasn't Zhu Jiao. Shansui is just a woman who looks very similar to Zhu Jiao. Reincarnation is nothing but self-comfort for the world. Thinking of this, Su Ying no longer exists in this world.
She slowly walked out of Qingzhou. As dusk approached, the shepherd boy's flute kept playing, but she felt that the sound of the flute was not as good as Su Ying's. Going further is the green mountain. There is a temple on the green mountain. The bells are ringing in the morning and the drums are playing in the evening. The setting sun shines on the mountain, which is both desolate and beautiful. Tonghua walked toward the green mountains alone. In the distance, a monk sang: "Dreams come and dreams come again."
Purpose: Love life
