Partridge Tears: Flower Demon

Thousands of years of obsession turn into peonies, and a partridge song fills the shirt with tears. The sad and beautiful legend of the flower demon written by Daolang is reborn in the text. This classic novel, which softens the romance of "Liao Zhai" and the style of the Song and Ming Dynasties, uses the thousands of years of changes in the city of Hangzhou as a scroll to depict a love that spans life and death and shakes reincarnation. The bronze mirror in which a singing prostitute threw herself into the river in the Southern Song Dynasty, the unsent blood letter from the embroiderer in the Ming Dynasty, the withered pocket watch from the school in the Republic of China... The tokens of each life become spells, allowing lovers to meet, bear each other, and die for each other in the misplaced time and space. The story begins with Leifeng Pagoda trying to find a blood-stained bronze mirror. When Su Heng, an ancient book restorer, picked up an ancient mirror with the inscription "Lin'an North", the flames of war and oaths from eight hundred years ago flooded back to her like a tide - she saw the crescent scar on the brow bone of the anti-gold general Han Che, the blood blooming on her pomegranate skirt in every life, and the fate of the so-called "Lone Star", which was just a cruel test of the gods for the true love. From the startling glimpse of the Bianjing Lantern Festival to the farewell of life and death in the remaining snow of the West Lake, every turn around stirs up bloody ripples in the long river of time. When the modern scholar Gu Lin'an overlaps with the general in the ancient books, this "misplaced love" spanning twelve dynasties finally reveals the essence of affection in the flames of burning peonies - the most poignant thing is never staying together, but the persistence of knowing that you can't do it. If "The Peony Pavilion" describes "love does not know its origin", "Flower Demon" expresses "love does not know its end". Those fragments of bronze mirrors scattered throughout Lin'an City, each one reflects the most touching appearance of love: Even if it never reaches perfection, I am still willing to wait for your startling glance back in the gap of reincarnation.