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Come and cheer for my family in vain. Come on and cheer for nothing. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I wonder if the author still remembers me? Every time I come here, I seem to encounter an overhaul of the article. Maybe I just come at the wrong time... I had a pretty good impression of this article at first. The plot and structure were unconventional. Although the characters lacked some writing skills, they were flesh and blood, and they were not paper figures who erased everything in order to highlight their characteristics. But I didn't expect that after so long of revisions, there were less and less things that attracted me. In my opinion, the first three chapters are like quotations, but in just three short chapters, there are many characters, the story line is unclear, and it cannot be connected to the rest of the text. It does not function as a quotation and looks extremely cumbersome. If we simply wanted to explain this past event, it would be better to leave it to Ye Hansu later in the story to intersperse his memories. Secondly, the writing style. The current writing style seems to pursue gorgeousness too much, but fails to stick to the protagonist. Everything that appears in the novel is what the characters in the novel see, hear, and feel. Now it seems more like the author has opened up a God's perspective. Finally, let's talk about the characters. The original characters had their own characteristics, but now the characters are becoming more and more bland as boiled water. It's obviously the same plot, but it's a pity that the way it's expressed is poor. The characters don't even have a layer of personality, let alone get to their bones. In the final analysis, the entire article is from the perspective of a bystander, not a participant, so the plot cannot be linked to the characters and there is no sense of substitution. It seems that it has been more than a year since I last left a comment. Now I am just expressing my feelings. If my words are biased, I hope the author will forgive me!

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Legend has it that there is a kind of flower that blooms by the Wangchuan River. When it is in full bloom, it is as red as blood and is breathtakingly beautiful! The first time he saw her in Xiuzhu Residence, it was from the beginning of chaos... When he lit the candles in the room, a flash of brilliant red bloomed quietly, behind the slowly receding mist, and burst into his field of vision. Her slender waist was slightly girdled, and she was startled. Looking back suddenly, everything was eclipsed by it. He held a jar of wine in one hand, and the other hand couldn't help but raise it slightly. He wanted to touch the distant beautiful figure, but his fingers trembled slightly, but what he touched was only a void. The bright and dazzling red flower seemed to be very close to him, but also seemed to float farther and farther away. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly retracted his hand, his slender fingers quietly curled up on the sides of his clothes, still unable to stop trembling slightly. He smiled faintly, a sudden fire in his chest, but he could not hide the brilliance that suddenly bloomed in his eyes. At this moment, the burning fire in his heart illuminated the darkest corner in his memory. The feelings of his body gradually became blurred, and what emerged in his mind more and more clearly was the elegant and graceful woman in red. The woman in front of him was also wearing a red dress, and her eyebrows were more delicate and soft. At first glance, she was somewhat similar to the person in his memory, but he knew in his heart that the similarity was not the delicate face or the graceful figure, but the same stunning temperament and melancholy. Thousands of flowers bloom in thousands of gardens, and the brocade-like flowers are delicate, bright, soft, and in various shapes. However, the most beautiful ones will never be these flowers, but the women who are more beautiful than the flowers. The warm sunshine in spring touches every inch of soil softly. The most beautiful flowers trailed from her long dress, and when she turned around occasionally, her warm smile was more aura than the flowers. Once, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in the world. Now, he saw her, standing in front of him from a distance. The slightly swaying tassel on her skirt swayed with a hint of heartbeat. The look she had just looked back at, the brilliance of her eyebrows and eyes, fell into his eyes and his heart unknowingly, and it reminded him of the woman who smiled and walked among thousands of flowers. Her watery eyes were filled with a little surprise and a little uneasiness. The cool evening breeze outside the window woke him up and brought him back to reality. She was wearing a black and red Miao wedding dress, with a bright silver collar around her neck, and the decoration was delicate and exquisite. Was she the Miao Jiang princess married by Tiannanxing? Her small face was like jade, and under the cover of the red wedding dress and exquisite accessories, there was a trace of blush on her cheeks, just like the finest rouge jade, pure and delicate, and the confusion and uneasiness flashing in the dark eyes, although it was only a fleeting look, was firmly captured by him. He stood at the door of Xiuzhu Residence and stared at her leaving figure for a long time, until the bright red color could no longer be seen. He looked towards the bamboo forest in the dark night ahead. The wind rustled, the bamboo leaves rustled, no matter who she was, now she was the wife of Qi Wang Tiannanxing, and she was someone else's woman. That night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep for a long time. It was not until the deep night gradually faded that he fell asleep. As he was thinking and dreaming, he saw her eyes, which were full of light. The dream suddenly changed. She held his hand and walked on the gravel path in the garden. Her warm smile slowly melted his heart: "Mo'er, what is your wish? Can you tell me?" He didn't say a word, just gave her a faint smile, but what he murmured in his heart was: I wish to have the same person, and we will never be separated until we grow old together. I wish to have the person of my heart, and we will never be separated... He woke up leisurely from his dream. Outside the window was the familiar swaying bamboo leaf. The slender leaves were rolling down with crystals, the sound of morning dew dripping in the wind. He likes this quiet bamboo forest. He often puts on his clothes and walks into the forest on a clear morning. The thick bamboo leaves rustle under his feet. It is easiest to clear a person's mind in silence. He seemed to be unable to forget the woman last night, but unfortunately he was married now, so what could he do? The only thing you can do is forget, right? He gently held a bamboo leaf, and what remained in his palm was a drop of crystal dew. The rising sun gradually evaporated the drop of dew in his palm. He looked at the empty palms. For a long time, the sun gradually became brighter and shone on the ground, giving off a hint of warmth. He looked up at the rising sun, and his eyes stung. Turning around and leaving the bamboo forest, the rustling leaves moved like a chant. It was best to leave that myth here. He took a deep breath and left. The bamboo forest behind me is still swaying, still green and graceful. All the determination was no match for her, and she softly begged: "My lord, please, please don't—" Don't want it? ! He didn't know why his heart suddenly felt pain like needles. The sound of rustling clothes and gentle gasps echoed in his ears. He heard it so clearly. He clenched his hands and let go again. Finally, after a huge pain in his heart, his closed eyes suddenly opened. He suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and raised his voice outside the door: "Your Majesty." He heard Tian Nanxing pause for a moment in the back room, seemingly a little reluctant, but his slightly hoarse voice still came out: "What's the matter?" He said calmly without any emotion: "Your Majesty, we have guests." He saw him push open the door and come out. His clothes had not yet been arranged. At this moment, he could not see the slight displeasure, which made him understand what he had interrupted. As Tian Nanxing left, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, she was still fine. The hanging red vines in the hanging flower door rolled slightly with the undercurrent of the wind, like the strongest thoughts floating around. Half-hidden, he saw her curled up on the bed with loose hair and messy clothes. She was lightly covered with disheveled black hair, and her slender body was still trembling slightly. After all, she was a delicate woman, how could she be embarrassed? Her clear eyes looked over, as cold as the snow on the Tianshan Mountains, and when she met his gaze, her face turned red for a moment, and she ran away in panic. She looked so helpless and fragile at the moment, it was heartbreaking. What else could he do to her besides this moment of heartache and pity? He had a helpless smile and clenched his hands slightly. His eyes were full of rolling red vines, like fire, burning his heart like fire! Every afternoon, he would tend to the flowers and plants as usual, and only when he took care of them carefully would his mood become completely calm. When the woman was still alive, she also cared for the flowers and plants with the same care. The spring was strong, and the green leaves and red flowers were pulled out of the soil, brewing thousands of figures, and their beauty was intoxicating. Every piece of land with living creatures can become a peaceful and peaceful place in his heart. He carefully repotted them and loosened the soil. The soil exuded a warm and fresh breath, as if to remind him that to cherish every inch of land that would belong to him, he must stay awake. He must stay awake! But the flame has not been extinguished, and is about to stir in his eyebrows. Once he remembers a person, it is difficult to forget her. He could only convey the most helpless emotion in his heart by tending to these flowers and plants, gently stroking the branches and leaves with his fingers. He couldn't and shouldn't care about anyone or care about anyone, but why did he remember it so clearly and care so lingeringly on this warm afternoon... The flowers and plants in his eyes gradually intertwined into that graceful figure, and the bright eyes looked like snow and flowers. When did her figure gradually appear in his eyes? Was it the look she gave back then? When it is, it doesn't have to be so clear. No matter how he frowned, he could not forget the way she left proudly. He looked up and saw that the sky was getting dark and covered with dark clouds. She didn't bring an umbrella when she left the house, how should she return? The sweeping wind caused the delicate branches and leaves to sway from side to side. At that moment, what he panicked about was not how to move them into the greenhouse, but about her! Without hesitation, he took his umbrella and hurried out of the palace. The rain was getting heavier, and his feet were muddy, and his steps were getting slippery. He wanted to be clean, but he was running around in the heavy rain, looking for her figure. In the heavy rain, he walked as fast as the wind. The wind and rain were desolate, and the icy rain hit his body, making him feel cold. The hand holding the umbrella handle turned cold, but his heart was burning, boiling, and tormenting. He didn't know how long he had been walking, and he didn't know how long he had to wait. He stepped into a pothole and splashed raindrops. At that street corner, in the mist, he saw a man and a woman standing together under an umbrella. He finally saw her again. Unfortunately, the person who shielded her from the wind and rain was not him. He saw her nestling in the arms of another man. She closed her eyes, which were full of melancholy. For a moment, the coldness on his body spread to the bottom of his heart, but his face remained the same. After a long time, he murmured: "It's good to find it..." When he turned around, a circle of raindrops fell, which was so similar to his mood at the moment. Many people had always watched the nameless flowers bloom alone, and the delicate red flower was already in the arms of others. What else could he want to think about? The rain hit the oil paper umbrella, and the sound reached his ears. His eyes were slightly astringent, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Facing the rain all over the sky, he seemed to be facing himself, and said again: "It's good to find it..." As long as she is good, that's fine. Since when did her emotions become his emotions? Who is worth waiting for? Everything in the past was too gloomy to be remembered, except for her, everything about her was still vivid in my mind. A name buried deep in his memory was murmuring in his mouth, as if he were seeing bright eyes that were flowing around. Such a pair of beautiful eyes, so tender and holy that they could make the entire Tianshan Mountains pale with snow. It's just that he'll never have the chance to see it again, will he? The pain in his heart became more and more blurred, and only the flowing eyes were so magnificent, and only the beautiful shadows were dancing like immortals. He tightened his grip on the umbrella in his hand. He might never be able to touch the flowers on the other side again...

Wow, the author is so fast. When I started reading, he only locked part of it, but after just a few chapters, he locked it all. Watch and wait.

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