"He covets her like an old friend, but he doesn't know that tares cannot make spring wine."
Shen Yanshu picked her up because of a cinnabar mole in the corner of his eye.
Give her the name A'zhi and force her to live as a shadow——
The incense that smells like Taoran, the words Taoran written on it, even when he was about to die, he only heard a word: "Taoran is afraid of the cold."
Until his wedding night,
She opened the agricultural book and saw the annotation:
"Barnyard grass replaces food in disaster years, and wine stains can last for three winters."
It turns out that from beginning to end, she was just the raw material for bad wine prepared for the lean years.
When the eighteen jars of blood wine exploded in the cellar,
The guests at the wedding hall were praising the bride: "Just like Tao Ran!"
The red liquid spread over the steps and swallowed up the charred wood wine sign with her wishes engraved on it——
"I hope that the barnyard grass will grow year after year, and the spring will not be barren for a long time."
Later Shen Yanshu knelt in the ruins,
Suddenly I remembered that she had asked:
"If I weren't a barnyard grass... Would you catch me?"
And he replied: "Grass and trees are cheap, so why force it."
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Intention: tares are like rice but not rice, just like she is like substitute but not substitute, bitter brewing of fruitless spring
