There Are Beautiful Vines in the Wild, and There Is No Deep Love.

Legend has it that the second-generation ancestor of the Jiang family in Shangcheng had a hidden illness, which caused the rich ladies to retreat and the dandy boys to flock to him. When the matter intensified, someone couldn't help but make a prediction for him. A certain monk counted with his fingers, frowned, and said disdainfully: "The five elements are not lacking, and the eight characters are balanced." Someone breathed a sigh of relief: The five elements and eight characters are complete, and the life is good. A certain monk smiled sadly: "It belongs to the sheep" Someone is worried: if nine out of ten sheep are incomplete, their fate will be bad. A certain monk: Humph! It just so happens that this is a February sheep, and it has grass to eat! But Jiang Chengxi's grass gave him a headache... In the end, he said half free and half aggrieved: "Chu Jiaman, if you don't like it, just say so. I don't have to do it with you..." A certain woman remained silent, immersed herself in writing furiously, then waved her hand and threw a piece of paper full of codes to him. Someone reluctantly solved it, and then he froze. She said: Jiang Chengxi, marry me! Jiang Chengxi thought: We meet each other by chance, just as I wish. Since he has been waiting for so long, let's take some losses...