"Double Yang Wrong"
In the prelude of autumn frost, the lonely jade dew is broken by the golden wind; the purple sun of thousands of years, the soul lamp shines on the yellow spring.
He was born in Guiyue, so he was named Shuangxu, whose clear light condensed his bones. By chance, he happened upon the hydrangea flower that bloomed at the wrong time - a young man named Ziyang. The warm fragrance of his body broke the frost on his palm, teaching him to taste the smell of fireworks in the world. Five hundred years have passed, from an upright academy classmate in a green shirt to a confidant holding hands through fire and water.
Jade is trivial, old friends say goodbye. From then on, I guarded a box of broken flowers and half a volume of old books, and carved thousands of obsessions on the bank of the River of Forgetfulness.
It turns out that the most painful obsession in the world is never pursuit, but the desire to meet old friends again under a new name in reincarnation.
Not for becoming a god, not for enlightenment, just for being able to drink a glass of osmanthus wine together in the fireworks of the human world, brewed with eight hundred years of lovesickness.
Intention: No matter whether he is sweet or cruel, it is better to rely on yourself while waiting for food.