Xiaoyangting of Jinhua Dream Tower

I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. Dou Wuyang once thought that if she had to marry, it would be better to marry someone she didn't love. Because I don't want to die in depression like my mother. When he saw the bright beauty under the red wedding robe, he was panicked. Over the years, things have changed and people have changed. He often wears a mask and pretends to be someone else, someone who is so shameless and unwilling to let go. That person can stay by her side, watch her extinguish the candles in the bridal chamber, watch her face full of disappointment as the other person leaves, and wait anxiously outside the door for her to give birth to a pair of twins. When he sees her child, that person smiles like a child, but tears overflow the bitter face under the mask. He wanted to keep her, joy, silence, and his whole life. Even if he didn't have it, it was still a passing thing. I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed. Murong once thought that there are no pure feelings in this world. Jing'er couldn't give him any comfort, so the woman from Vinuo hid her light in her heart and told him calmly that she was willing to support her husband and raise her children for him. However, when he saw the man as beautiful as the moonlight kneeling beside him, her gentle eyes revealed full of wisdom, Murong thought, he was jealous, and jealousy made her disappointed. So when she escaped, for a moment, no one could save anyone in the vicissitudes of life, so it was better to forget each other in the world. He never went to look for her, and she never came to see him. A few years after the separation, Manjiangchun opened next to Wangfu. I heard that the owner came from the south and the dishes were very authentic and delicious. Xia Yuange thought of the wife he once had, whose eyes were full of wisdom, her voice was gentle, and he always remembered the peach blossom drunkenness she brewed with her own hands, and the misty years gradually became clear. He replayed the puzzle just to find out if the person from the south was her, or if he was the same person in his memory. However, he was only eight years old. He looked very much like her, and his eyes were full of wisdom. The gentle smile at the corner of his mouth made his heart hurt. After so many years, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if I have thousands of feelings, who can I tell anyone about it? Chu Yu's greatest wish in his life was to win Shan'er's pity. Even if there was only a void of tenderness in his eyes, it would be a great joy and a great sorrow. He never thought that he could talk and laugh with her side by side in this life, hold her in his arms, and whisper softly to her as shy as the sunset. He never thought that he could still have a few more years of her in this life. He thought that was enough, that was enough.