Holding Hands and Asking About the Past

Jinshuxuanwill make you fall in love with the fragrance of words. Legend has it that a peerless miracle doctor lived on the Immortal Island, and Su Yanglin searched for it. Even if there is a little hope, I will never give up. No matter how difficult it is, I will keep going for the only family member I have left in the world. Mo Cheng, the young man who accompanied him all the way, would laugh it off no matter what difficulties he encountered, but his indifferent expression finally disappeared when he passed by his hometown fourteen years later. He couldn't let go of being called a monster, a monster, and he couldn't forgive his father for never looking at him again because of his differences that killed his mother. Only when Yang Lin came here did he realize that what he had been looking for was so close to him. It turned out that she had always thought that the frankness of two people after going through so much was just self-righteousness. I thought I could ignore the secular world, but in the end, the emotions built up by relying on each other ended up standing at opposite ends of each other. It is as tragic as those lives that are struggling to survive in the world along the way, and the struggling humanity is like a flower that blooms and then withers. In this world, there are so many people who persevere and yearn for the things they think are worthwhile in life. There is the money-hungry girl Hibiscus, and there is the selfish but lonely old woman. From young to old, everyone has misunderstandings, discrimination, and even rejection from the world, but they are all working hard to live and live in their own way. Someone has said that we are all small people among all living beings, and it is fate that we meet each other. Maybe you will never become a peerless woman who captivates the country, nor will you be an emperor who turns his hands to make clouds and rain. You are just an ordinary person walking silently in these years, using your own way to run over one by one with the growth rings of the years. From now on, I hold your hand and continue walking as firmly as before. Occasionally, I look back at the road we have walked, but if I remember it, the years are like a song.