In the fifteenth year of the Shunzhi reign, I followed my father out of the capital to Zhejiang, where I studied the guqin under a musician in the Fuchun Mountains.
Gu Hezi was a Han Chinese woman of extraordinary beauty. Her eyes were long and alluring, their slender lids traced by fine creases, like an expressive stroke carved by a master seal engraver. They seemed to drift and float, cool as the waters of the Fuchun River flowing into one's heart.
Sadly, the lacquer-black light in her pupils had dimmed. She was blind. Yet that very stillness gave her a gentle, gracious air. On her pale face, only her lips, stained with flower pigments, blossomed from deep to light.
The mountains were green, and the flowers seemed aflame.
I found myself staring, wondering endlessly whether E Yun had some ulterior motive for finding me a musician like this and bringing me to live in the Fuchun Mountains.
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"Have you ever seen the sun set over the mountains?"
"What?"
"For the past ten years, my life has been a sunset. Darkness slowly closing in all around me, while I could do nothing."
"E Yun, what are you like?"
"Can I touch your face?"
#A little bit of intrigue and romance in ancient times.
A short work, about the length of a movie.
Theme: Dynasties may come and go, but wind and moonlight endure forever.
Looks good! The heroine is so cute
Looks good! Read it in one sitting! So cute hahaha
Looks good! Read it in one sitting! So cute hahaha