[This article was published on May 17th. Thank you for your support! The next book will be the ancient Chinese novel "Buyu Chun", thank you for collecting it~]
At that time, wars were raging and refugees were everywhere.
Lin Suiwan, who lived in isolation after her divorce, "picked up" Song Jinyan, who was injured and injured, one late winter.
The girl is like a little beast, running rampant, but also has a bright softness.
From then on, they lived together at the foot of Yunlan Mountain on the outskirts of Wangshan City. A bowl of porridge, a pot of flowers, a cat, and a book all unknowingly became the anchor of their love.
In the company of each other day and night, in the love that is like a rain of flowers after another, Lin Suiwan finally understood that love is a mutual nurturing of "me" and "her". They need to stay with each other until flesh and blood are connected, and support each other until death.
Later, when the pear blossoms bloomed again, Lin Suiwan had a dream. In the dream, Song Jinyan was reading some poems and lyrics that would make people blush. He suddenly lifted up the bamboo curtain between the two of them and smiled at her with his eyes bent.
Before she could say anything, pear blossoms fell all over the floor. Like a pebble thrown into a pool of spring water, the water that used to be unruffled by the wind has since then started to ripple.
Round and round, endlessly.
In the war-torn years, only Yunlan Mountain remained the same.
——I only wish that "we dream together at night and wear makeup at dawn" as before.
Reading Guide
1. The fictional background of the Republic of China, with many private establishments and fictitious place names
2. Age difference is 12 years, 1v1
3. One of the protagonists has been married before, but is divorced at the beginning of the chapter, so there is no emotional entanglement.
4. Emotional line > Plot line, slow-burning feelings, HE
5. Medium to long story, updated at about 21:00
6. You don't need to tell me if you abandon the article, and I refuse writing guidance. I wish me a happy writing and you a happy reading.
[Cover thanks: @mowmow]
Intention: Our love is an endless river.
