Shen Yueshu, the legitimate daughter of the Shen family, and Cheng Huaijin, the second son of Cheng Guogong's mansion, were childhood sweethearts, both talented and beautiful.
According to a divination hosted by Qingyuan Temple, the cold and noble young minister of Dali Temple, Zhuo Heqing, married Shen Yueshu, the legitimate daughter of the Shen family who had a feud with the Zhuo family, but he was indifferent and alienated from her.
He said coldly: "Remember, you are only the wife of the Zhuo family in name only. You don't need to interfere with the Zhuo family's affairs, let alone have any wishful thinking."
She nodded in agreement, thinking to herself, as long as you are willing to give me monthly money, I will endure it for three years, and we can divorce after saving up one thousand taels.
In order to save enough money as soon as possible, she took retreat as a way to advance, smiled cleverly, played hard to get, and was charming and charming.
Later, he doted on her extremely, hugged her and said, "You are not allowed to leave me in this life. We will be a couple for the rest of our lives."
She still nodded in agreement, thinking to herself, you are rich, beautiful and powerful, so only a fool would want to leave.
This episode was very fun to write. Shen Yueshu had been holding back for so long, and finally completely released his nature in this episode. He could quarrel and play whenever he wanted. Life is not easy, just say it if you are unhappy, hahaha!
Dear you:
The story of Yueshu comes to an end here.
Looking back on this journey, it may not be perfect. In the vast sea of books, it is just an ordinary book, just like my ordinary self in the vast sea of people.
But this does not diminish my cherishment of it in any way. Because she is my unique "eldest princess".
This feeling is just like a mother gazing at her newborn child.
Even though she may seem ordinary to others, in her mother's world, she is a unique star, a treasure that is worth giving everything she has.
It is this unreserved, almost instinctive love that I hold for this story.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your patience along the way and reading this ordinary story together.
When the pen and ink reaches the final chapter, your figures are still here. This may be an encounter achieved in the previous life.
At the point where more than a hundred chapters can be quietly closed, thank you for never leaving.
I am deeply grateful for the friendship here.
If you want, you can give it a like.
This time, it's not for canvassing or encouragement, it's just out of my selfishness. I just want to see those twinkling nicknames – it's your light that illuminates this journey.
Please allow me to collect your nicknames one by one as the most precious souvenir of the first book in my life and put it into the bag of memory.
(This is just a small wish. If it is inconvenient for you, please don't worry about it. Whether it is or not, your company itself is already a great honor for me.)
Next, there will be a 10,000-word extra story about the afterlife of Shen Yueshu, Cheng Huaijin and Zhuo Heqing.
The story begins in 2003, an era filled with the roar of green trains and the sound of plug-in telephones. At that time, Shen Yueshu had just entered university.
The story will still unfold in plain writing. They are ordinary people in the writing, not spending money like water, and not rich enough to rival the country.
If you like it, we'll continue tomorrow.
Finally, thank you again, thank you to everyone who has persisted until now.
Thank you for every vote, every like, every comment, every encouragement, every update, and those quiet you who have never received any response, but always read this story silently.
I wish you peace and joy for the rest of your life, may you all meet a good match, have a bright future, and be accompanied by the stars!
Maybe her life when she was young was full of hardships. After her life became more prosperous, her grandma became particularly greedy for that sweet feeling. The sugar triangle and the honey triangle became an addiction that she couldn't quit.
But in the years before she passed away, her children always took away these sweet things one by one on the pretext of "for your own good", and she accepted them silently.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, a box of sugar-free mooncakes triggered the only rage in grandma's memory. She couldn't understand that the annual reunion mooncakes would become a burden that was difficult to swallow.
This violent outburst finally allowed the children to see the tyranny behind "for your own good".
What we think of as "good", if it does not illuminate the other person's heart, is just a yoke wrapped in warmth. Longevity, at the expense of all pleasure, is but a long loss.
Since then, limited sweets have returned to her life.
Love is never a multiple-choice question, but finding a way that is comfortable and acceptable to both of you between "being good to him" and "he likes it."
After all, letting your loved ones smile with peace of mind and joy is the most authentic look of "for your own good".
Dear you:
Looking back, I have written nearly 300,000 words on Yue Shu's story since September 2nd, with 123 chapters updated.
We met in the vast sea of books and have been together to this day. I have never given up on you. What a blessing.
These one hundred and twenty-three chapters are like the one hundred and twenty-three intersections where you can turn around and leave. Thank you for choosing to stay every time.
Every time you read, every comment, every like and vote are like a river of stars, and they are the hottest warmth that supports me in writing.
If you still have some votes left in your hands, please don't hesitate to donate them, or leave a "like" to encourage me, which will make me more enthusiastic about writing and more diligent in writing.
Finally, I would like to offer you a petal of incense from my heart and pray for you:
May the years pass by, and the luxuriant flowers bring fragrance; may the long road be illuminated by the clear light and the gentle breeze blow.
I wish you all a happy ending in your story, endless joy, and peace in the years to come.
Finally, these are the most straightforward words: Thank you very much for being with me all the way!
May I be like a star, like the moon, and may my light shine brightly every night. "These two poems have touched my heart countless times.
But when we look up, the stars and the moon seem to be nestled next to each other, but in fact they are thousands of miles apart!
The stars and the moon are thousands of miles apart, and the distance between us is insurmountable, but it is this untouchable distance that makes every time we gaze across the sky feel particularly precious - just like most encounters and companionships in this world, there are always too many involuntary misses, too many regrets of too many gatherings and too few separations.
If we are destined not to meet in the same orbit, it is better to turn our thoughts into starlight and condense into moonlight. There is no need to chase or force each other. We can only illuminate each other's path with gentle reflection and warm the years with silent blessings.
I have always wanted to write a story that contains feelings about my family and country, but I always felt that my pen was not strong enough, so I kept this idea in my mind for a long time.
It wasn't until I watched "Silent Glory" and was moved by the perseverance of the characters in the play that I finally gathered the courage to add the plot of Duan Jinzhou's trip to the story - it was like fulfilling a small dream of mine.
It's just that my literary talent is limited, and I really can't bear to let the characters in the play have an unsatisfactory ending.
After repeated consideration, we finally decided to let the male protagonist slowly piece together Zhu Qingsong's heroic sacrifice for the country through memories and pursuits.
This not only retains the thoughts of the characters, but also lives up to the feelings of family and country in the heart.
In fact, since ancient times, there have been countless people who have stood up for this land and ultimately sacrificed their lives.
Whether it is Wen Tianxiang who "keeps his loyalty to history", or Wu Shi, Zhu Feng, Chen Baocang and Nie Xi who have hidden themselves in the years and protected their homeland with their blood, those brave figures, the sincerity and sacrifice hidden in time are worthy of our eternal memory.
Thanks to this era, we can lie quietly in bed, scroll through our phones, and read our favorite stories;
I am even more grateful to those famous and unknown martyrs who exchanged their lives for our peace today——
Let us quietly savor every ordinary and beautiful thing in life in the peaceful morning light.
Babao gourd duck is a traditional famous dish in Yangzhou.
I like Jiangsu's Thirteen Taibao very much, I like Su Chao, and I also like this eight-treasure gourd duck.
When I saw it for the first time, I was deeply shocked by its ingenious shape and complicated process. I was also amazed by the breadth and depth of Chinese food culture.
The reason why I spend so much time writing about this dish in this chapter is that I really like it, and I also want to use its production to metaphor Zhu Qingsong's life as a courtier——
He crammed all his flesh, blood and destiny into his mission of serving the country and the people, until his life was sealed and shaped like a "gourd", completing a consummation of sacrificing his life for the country.
I know that my writing power is limited, so my writing will inevitably be a bit stiff, far-fetched, and even inconsistent, but I still want to use this dish to leave some thoughts.
I often wonder, is it a little inappropriate to include such a metaphor of family and country in a novel with love as the main line?
But then I thought, no matter what method or pen is used, as long as we are still writing and remembering, those heroes who once stood up for this land will not really be lost to time.
When writing about Qingyuanzi, I suddenly thought of another food - Qingyuanzi.
Growing up in the north, I didn't know what it was like to be a Youth League member. It wasn't until I went south to work that I encountered that greenery for the first time.
It is the most classic bean paste filling - the bitterness of mugwort is wrapped in the sweetness of bean paste. With just one bite, I was shocked to realize that the whole spring melted between my lips and teeth.
On a hot summer day, an old friend comes to visit.
I was full of joy and wanted to share this taste imprint with him and take him through the streets to look for it.
However, I couldn't find any trace of it even though I searched the whole city. A local told me: "It's out of season, so I have to wait until the Qingming Festival next year." (This happened many years ago, and it seems that you can buy it online at any time now, but the local people's personal feeling is that it is the most authentic before and after the Qingming Festival)
To this day, I can still recall the feeling of loss when I stood with him under the scorching sun.
The taste of Youth League is originally a gentle regret about the season in life.
Looking for spring in the middle of summer is a futile effort.
Some people and some things are limited-time gifts set by time. They wait for no one and will not be accommodated.
Once you turn around, you have used up your entire life.
"Your mother and I fell into the water together, who do you save first?" This is an eternal problem.
Today I will tell a story about a friend.
Her friend's husband told her that her mother-in-law gave the answer to this question: "Save my daughter-in-law first. She is the mother of the child and the person who will accompany my son for the rest of his life. As long as she is here, this family will be there, my granddaughter will have support, and my son will have a destination."
Some people say: The mother-in-law wants to save her daughter-in-law, in the final analysis, it is not for her son and granddaughter, but also because she has some affection for her daughter-in-law.
I don't think there's any need to be so entangled.
In any case, this answer jumps out of the emotional ranking of "who am I closer to?" And moves into a broader dimension: family inheritance and overall well-being. Behind the mother-in-law's "sacrifice" is a kind of thoughtful love - she protects her son's future complete family and the nest where her grandchildren can grow up safely.
This may be the simplest philosophy of family love: true love is never limited to the individual in front of you, but focuses on the endless river of life. It allows "sacrifice" to transcend the tragedy of self-dedication and become the most rational and affectionate protection of the family's future.
When I was a kid, in order for me to sleep a little longer while going to school,
My parents made a decision: move out of two rooms and squeeze the family of three into a room near the school.
They packed up their belongings and their unspoken love.
The "school district housing" of our generation is far less expensive than it is today, but it is still soaked in the hard work of our parents.
It was not a house, it was a time condensed with companionship and sacrifice.
The truly priceless "school district housing" is never in the ink in the admission brochure, nor is it on the map of administrative divisions.
It has long been quietly poured by the love of parents, and in the company of countless late-night lights, it has grown into the light in the heart of children.
This episode was very fun to write. Shen Yueshu had been holding back for so long, and finally completely released his nature in this episode. He could quarrel and play whenever he wanted. Life is not easy, just say it if you are unhappy, hahaha!
Dear you: The story of Yueshu comes to an end here. Looking back on this journey, it may not be perfect. In the vast sea of books, it is just an ordinary book, just like my ordinary self in the vast sea of people. But this does not diminish my cherishment of it in any way. Because she is my unique "eldest princess". This feeling is just like a mother gazing at her newborn child. Even though she may seem ordinary to others, in her mother's world, she is a unique star, a treasure that is worth giving everything she has. It is this unreserved, almost instinctive love that I hold for this story. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your patience along the way and reading this ordinary story together. When the pen and ink reaches the final chapter, your figures are still here. This may be an encounter achieved in the previous life. At the point where more than a hundred chapters can be quietly closed, thank you for never leaving. I am deeply grateful for the friendship here. If you want, you can give it a like. This time, it's not for canvassing or encouragement, it's just out of my selfishness. I just want to see those twinkling nicknames – it's your light that illuminates this journey. Please allow me to collect your nicknames one by one as the most precious souvenir of the first book in my life and put it into the bag of memory. (This is just a small wish. If it is inconvenient for you, please don't worry about it. Whether it is or not, your company itself is already a great honor for me.) Next, there will be a 10,000-word extra story about the afterlife of Shen Yueshu, Cheng Huaijin and Zhuo Heqing. The story begins in 2003, an era filled with the roar of green trains and the sound of plug-in telephones. At that time, Shen Yueshu had just entered university. The story will still unfold in plain writing. They are ordinary people in the writing, not spending money like water, and not rich enough to rival the country. If you like it, we'll continue tomorrow. Finally, thank you again, thank you to everyone who has persisted until now. Thank you for every vote, every like, every comment, every encouragement, every update, and those quiet you who have never received any response, but always read this story silently. I wish you peace and joy for the rest of your life, may you all meet a good match, have a bright future, and be accompanied by the stars!
Maybe her life when she was young was full of hardships. After her life became more prosperous, her grandma became particularly greedy for that sweet feeling. The sugar triangle and the honey triangle became an addiction that she couldn't quit. But in the years before she passed away, her children always took away these sweet things one by one on the pretext of "for your own good", and she accepted them silently. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, a box of sugar-free mooncakes triggered the only rage in grandma's memory. She couldn't understand that the annual reunion mooncakes would become a burden that was difficult to swallow. This violent outburst finally allowed the children to see the tyranny behind "for your own good". What we think of as "good", if it does not illuminate the other person's heart, is just a yoke wrapped in warmth. Longevity, at the expense of all pleasure, is but a long loss. Since then, limited sweets have returned to her life. Love is never a multiple-choice question, but finding a way that is comfortable and acceptable to both of you between "being good to him" and "he likes it." After all, letting your loved ones smile with peace of mind and joy is the most authentic look of "for your own good".
Dear you: Looking back, I have written nearly 300,000 words on Yue Shu's story since September 2nd, with 123 chapters updated. We met in the vast sea of books and have been together to this day. I have never given up on you. What a blessing. These one hundred and twenty-three chapters are like the one hundred and twenty-three intersections where you can turn around and leave. Thank you for choosing to stay every time. Every time you read, every comment, every like and vote are like a river of stars, and they are the hottest warmth that supports me in writing. If you still have some votes left in your hands, please don't hesitate to donate them, or leave a "like" to encourage me, which will make me more enthusiastic about writing and more diligent in writing. Finally, I would like to offer you a petal of incense from my heart and pray for you: May the years pass by, and the luxuriant flowers bring fragrance; may the long road be illuminated by the clear light and the gentle breeze blow. I wish you all a happy ending in your story, endless joy, and peace in the years to come. Finally, these are the most straightforward words: Thank you very much for being with me all the way!
May I be like a star, like the moon, and may my light shine brightly every night. "These two poems have touched my heart countless times. But when we look up, the stars and the moon seem to be nestled next to each other, but in fact they are thousands of miles apart! The stars and the moon are thousands of miles apart, and the distance between us is insurmountable, but it is this untouchable distance that makes every time we gaze across the sky feel particularly precious - just like most encounters and companionships in this world, there are always too many involuntary misses, too many regrets of too many gatherings and too few separations. If we are destined not to meet in the same orbit, it is better to turn our thoughts into starlight and condense into moonlight. There is no need to chase or force each other. We can only illuminate each other's path with gentle reflection and warm the years with silent blessings.
I have always wanted to write a story that contains feelings about my family and country, but I always felt that my pen was not strong enough, so I kept this idea in my mind for a long time. It wasn't until I watched "Silent Glory" and was moved by the perseverance of the characters in the play that I finally gathered the courage to add the plot of Duan Jinzhou's trip to the story - it was like fulfilling a small dream of mine. It's just that my literary talent is limited, and I really can't bear to let the characters in the play have an unsatisfactory ending. After repeated consideration, we finally decided to let the male protagonist slowly piece together Zhu Qingsong's heroic sacrifice for the country through memories and pursuits. This not only retains the thoughts of the characters, but also lives up to the feelings of family and country in the heart. In fact, since ancient times, there have been countless people who have stood up for this land and ultimately sacrificed their lives. Whether it is Wen Tianxiang who "keeps his loyalty to history", or Wu Shi, Zhu Feng, Chen Baocang and Nie Xi who have hidden themselves in the years and protected their homeland with their blood, those brave figures, the sincerity and sacrifice hidden in time are worthy of our eternal memory. Thanks to this era, we can lie quietly in bed, scroll through our phones, and read our favorite stories; I am even more grateful to those famous and unknown martyrs who exchanged their lives for our peace today—— Let us quietly savor every ordinary and beautiful thing in life in the peaceful morning light.
Babao gourd duck is a traditional famous dish in Yangzhou. I like Jiangsu's Thirteen Taibao very much, I like Su Chao, and I also like this eight-treasure gourd duck. When I saw it for the first time, I was deeply shocked by its ingenious shape and complicated process. I was also amazed by the breadth and depth of Chinese food culture. The reason why I spend so much time writing about this dish in this chapter is that I really like it, and I also want to use its production to metaphor Zhu Qingsong's life as a courtier—— He crammed all his flesh, blood and destiny into his mission of serving the country and the people, until his life was sealed and shaped like a "gourd", completing a consummation of sacrificing his life for the country. I know that my writing power is limited, so my writing will inevitably be a bit stiff, far-fetched, and even inconsistent, but I still want to use this dish to leave some thoughts. I often wonder, is it a little inappropriate to include such a metaphor of family and country in a novel with love as the main line? But then I thought, no matter what method or pen is used, as long as we are still writing and remembering, those heroes who once stood up for this land will not really be lost to time.
When writing about Qingyuanzi, I suddenly thought of another food - Qingyuanzi. Growing up in the north, I didn't know what it was like to be a Youth League member. It wasn't until I went south to work that I encountered that greenery for the first time. It is the most classic bean paste filling - the bitterness of mugwort is wrapped in the sweetness of bean paste. With just one bite, I was shocked to realize that the whole spring melted between my lips and teeth. On a hot summer day, an old friend comes to visit. I was full of joy and wanted to share this taste imprint with him and take him through the streets to look for it. However, I couldn't find any trace of it even though I searched the whole city. A local told me: "It's out of season, so I have to wait until the Qingming Festival next year." (This happened many years ago, and it seems that you can buy it online at any time now, but the local people's personal feeling is that it is the most authentic before and after the Qingming Festival) To this day, I can still recall the feeling of loss when I stood with him under the scorching sun. The taste of Youth League is originally a gentle regret about the season in life. Looking for spring in the middle of summer is a futile effort. Some people and some things are limited-time gifts set by time. They wait for no one and will not be accommodated. Once you turn around, you have used up your entire life.
"Your mother and I fell into the water together, who do you save first?" This is an eternal problem. Today I will tell a story about a friend. Her friend's husband told her that her mother-in-law gave the answer to this question: "Save my daughter-in-law first. She is the mother of the child and the person who will accompany my son for the rest of his life. As long as she is here, this family will be there, my granddaughter will have support, and my son will have a destination." Some people say: The mother-in-law wants to save her daughter-in-law, in the final analysis, it is not for her son and granddaughter, but also because she has some affection for her daughter-in-law. I don't think there's any need to be so entangled. In any case, this answer jumps out of the emotional ranking of "who am I closer to?" And moves into a broader dimension: family inheritance and overall well-being. Behind the mother-in-law's "sacrifice" is a kind of thoughtful love - she protects her son's future complete family and the nest where her grandchildren can grow up safely. This may be the simplest philosophy of family love: true love is never limited to the individual in front of you, but focuses on the endless river of life. It allows "sacrifice" to transcend the tragedy of self-dedication and become the most rational and affectionate protection of the family's future.
When I was a kid, in order for me to sleep a little longer while going to school, My parents made a decision: move out of two rooms and squeeze the family of three into a room near the school. They packed up their belongings and their unspoken love. The "school district housing" of our generation is far less expensive than it is today, but it is still soaked in the hard work of our parents. It was not a house, it was a time condensed with companionship and sacrifice. The truly priceless "school district housing" is never in the ink in the admission brochure, nor is it on the map of administrative divisions. It has long been quietly poured by the love of parents, and in the company of countless late-night lights, it has grown into the light in the heart of children.