Forget About the World and Tears

Content summary of "Forgetting the Destiny of Tears": He is Shen Jinghan, who has the most beautiful appearance in the capital, and his talent is astonishing in ancient and modern times, but he is suffering from a terminal illness, his life is like a candle in the wind, when he coughs up blood, it is not only the silk handkerchief that is stained red, but also the dream of girls all over the world. She is Su Wanqing, as cold and gorgeous as a cold plum, her music can cut through a frozen lake. She has been locked up in her heart for twenty years, but she sees the cracks in her own ice in the sudden glimpse of the sea of ​​lanterns on the Lantern Festival. When the lamp of Shangyuan fell, he protected her with his sick body, and the cold sweat on his palms mixed with the fragrance of her cloak; when the snow fell on the plum forest, she boiled medicine for him and kept vigil, and the candied dates in the medicine bowl were not as sweet as his words of "I want to be good to you." In their stolen time, there was the sea of ​​clouds in Zhongnan Mountain as an alliance, the cup of wine as a promise under the red candle, and the "I will propose when spring comes" hidden in his drawings, and the crooked plum blossoms on her embroidered handkerchief. But terminal illness never lies. On the day when he coughed up blood and dyed the wedding certificate red, she knelt in the ancestral hall and broke her forehead, praying only to "live in the same quilt and die in the same acupuncture point." On the snowy night of the winter solstice, he breathed his last in her arms, before the silver ring could even be put on her fingertips. After he left, the snow in Chang'an never stopped. She spent her hair turning gray in the art gallery guarding the Jiangnan peach blossom letter he "sent". The child asked, "Has your mother-in-law ever loved you?" She rubbed the bloody drawing and cried silently - it turned out that in this worldly relationship, thinking is to tear out the heart, forgetfulness is to deceive oneself, and in the end there was only one drop of tear left hanging for a lifetime, which fell into the ashes of the lantern sea in the Yuan Dynasty that year.