"Little sachets, long and half-lifelong, how do you know that creation is biased, and the souls of lovers return to Moon Lake......"

Summer 2019. Kyoto, Hakusan Road, Mizugetsu Lake.

The bright sun shone the golden glow of the land, and the shallow river also turned up layers of waves. There is a slight warm breeze blowing across the riverbank, and the fine willows are swaying with the wind, looking forward to it and shining.

The girl sat under the tree by the river, snuggled up to her old grandmother, and gently hummed a little song that was popular all over the country.

The old man looked at the Shuiyue Lake that was rippling with waves, sighed involuntarily, frowned slightly, and sighed, "If there is an afterlife, they will be reincarnated in modern times, and maybe they can finally become married." ”

The girl raised her head blankly, looked at her grandmother, and looked at her with a puzzled face: "Grandma, who are you talking about, who will eventually marry whom?" ”

The old man touched his granddaughter's head lovingly: "The master of this little song you just hummed, you all hum this song "Water Moon Lake", but do you know the story behind this little song? ”

"Huh?" The girl looked curious, and hurriedly asked, "Is there a story behind this little song, why have I never heard of it?" ”

"Of course there is a story." The old man pointed to the old tree leaning behind the girl, "Look at that tree." ”

"The ancient tree?" The girl was puzzled, stood up in a daze, and turned to look at the ancient tree behind her.

I saw two sachets hanging on the tree, and on the sachets, there were lifelike blue lotus flowers, and the embroidery was extremely exquisite, but most of the color had faded, and even the fabric of the sachet was damaged.

A breeze came, and the two sachets gently rippled in the breeze, exuding the fragrance of fresh roses, the sachets swaying in the wind.

"These two sachets are ......" The girl gently stroked the sachet, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes: "These two sachets have faded, and they must have been hanging here for a long time." Grandmother, you see, these two sachets have been snuggling together like this, like a pair of lovers. ”

"yes." The old man nodded, and said in a deep voice: "This sachet has been hanging here for almost a century, and these two lotus-patterned sachets with the fragrance of roses do symbolize the affection of a pair of lovers who cannot grow old together." ”

"A lover who can't grow old with his head in vain?" The girl's eyebrows moved slightly, and a trace of doubt was added to her eyes.

Her gaze moved slightly, and fell on the bark of the tree, where she saw two lines of words that seemed to be deeply carved with the blade of a knife.

"Ming Jingxuan, Song Qinglian, Jun is a rock, and the concubine is Pu Wei, the two hearts promise each other, and they are determined to live this life."

"With Shuiyue Lake as evidence, I hope that in this life and this life, I will hold the hand of my son and grow old with my son."

And another line, and carved "life is not the same as death, willing to go with Qing, and Qing to turn into a green carp, perched under the river, never say goodbye." ”

And this line of carving, as if with some poignant brushstrokes, between the carved words, as if there are still traces of blood that have been coagulated for many years, it seems to be integrated into a lot of powerless sadness.

The girl was surprised, raised her head again and looked at the name written on the first line, and whispered softly: "Ming Jingxuan, Song Qinglian, Ming Jingxuan, Song Qinglian ......"

"Oops." The girl's heart suddenly trembled, as if she thought of something: "Grandma, the Ming Jingxuan and Song Qinglian carved on this tree should not be the Brother Xuan and Sister Qinglian who jumped off the Water Moon Lake as sung in this song "Water Moon Lake"!" ”

"That's right." The old man said deeply: "They love each other deeply, the king is a rock, and the concubine is a pamper, which is their lovesick oath, but they are helplessly bound by feudal etiquette, and there is no way to finally become a dependent, so they can only jump into the river and die." Now, it's been almost a hundred years. ”

"What?" The girl was surprised: "Then this song "Water Moon Lake" is a small song adapted from a true story, what kind of story is this, grandma, tell me about it." ”

The old man said to the girl, "Okay, sit down, and grandma will tell you." This story is a long story, listen to grandma tell it slowly. ”

"Okay." The girl sat down beside her grandmother, looked at her grandmother with great interest, and was ready to listen to her grandmother's stories of the past.

A deep emotion appeared in the old man's eyes, and he said: "This matter, it has to start from that time in the fifteenth year of the Republic of China, the heroine of the story, Song Qinglian, is my mother and a good sister of your grandmother." ”

"And the hero of the story, Ming Jingxuan, was a popular singer in the capital at that time, and he ...... by chance"