Yan Quxian knew that the weather was good everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River.
He settled down in the south of the Yangtze River, where there are lotus flowers and willow smoke for ten miles, and bead curtains hang on every house. Fourteen years of dream travel in the capital seemed like yesterday, and the young man's heart was set.
There are peach trees in the front yard next to the stream, and a yam house in the back with willow trees. I thought that in the future, Jin Chan would treat him as an adult and Xingzi would accompany him as he grew older, so he would not be alone. But when he picked up a bleeding young man from the mountains with his fourteen-year-old body, his life became much more vivid.
The young man asked him what he wanted, and the answer he had thought about for a long time jumped out effortlessly: he wanted the young man to sign a marriage contract with him, and he wanted to see if the alluring marriage was the best thing in the world.
The man made some calculations and said that he was not the right person for him, but Yan Quxian just smiled and didn't look at the sky. The man finally agreed and stayed with him in Jiangnan.
As he matures and grows older, the young man still looks the same. For fifty-nine years, Jiangnan remains the same as that man.
On the day when Yan Qu was away, it was raining and hitting the banana leaves. The man was sitting aside, holding their marriage contract in his arms. The dim light of the candlelight lulls you to sleep.
He thought that in this life, although he had not held a sword and walked across the world, and although he had not been ranked in the imperial court and made great changes, he lived in the south of the Yangtze River, in this small world, and there was someone who accompanied him, who accompanied him to watch the four seasons, wash stones and pillows.
He arrived at Jiangnan amidst the chirping of cicadas, and met the man amidst the chirping of cicadas. When he was about to leave, he was still greeted by the sound of cicadas. He was very lucky, and Jiangnan treated him very well. He told that person everything about the past bit by bit.
The questions he had when he was young were finally answered. Marriage was truly the most wonderful thing in the world, and he was reluctant to leave Jiangnan.
The weather was good everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River, and Yan Quxian took away the secret regret in his heart. Only the back yam house knew about it, but still kept silent, leaving that person to spend a long time.
Bai Qi knew that Yan Quxian's seventy-three years were not in vain.
[Note: This article has no obvious plot direction, it is just a light daily routine!
Purpose: cherish the present moment
