Xia Xia understood a truth when she was very young
Love can be left to daughters, but money must be left to sons
OK, she got what she wanted. She listened to little songs every day, read some short story books, messed around and teased the little maid, and watched the time slip through her fingers. She was very happy.
Until that day, she sneaked into the street and met Lin Yiyi, a beautiful piano player who was playing the piano in a brothel. She immediately fell under her pomegranate pants.
From then on, Xia Xia became a frequent visitor to the brothel.
Who said women can't save Feng Chen? Who said that?
Flowers, wine, jewels and piano, Xia Xia has them all. Every day he offers treasures to Lin Zhi, and his playful smile increases his sense of presence.
"One! I secretly took the flower cake from the kitchen! It's still hot."
"One! Do you like this hosta? It especially matches you!"
"One! I learned another poem today, let me recite it to you!"
Rejected, rejected, all rejected
Until she saw the cake she had wrapped herself in the morning leaning sideways next to the smelly water bucket, Xia Xia smiled bitterly, silently stepped forward, took out the letter she had written from the middle, and tore it into pieces.
Okay, give up on you
Many years later————
Xia Xia actually saw Lin Zhi again. What's even worse is that he has become the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.
Xia Xia looked at it intently for a few times, then turned around and walked past
A hand suddenly held her tightly, turned her head, and a familiar face approached Xia Xia
I'm sorry Xia Xia, it's me, I feel so sad
Intention: Love should be spoken loudly