It's a very cliché story.

When he was a child, Mo Liunian always liked to listen to some childish legends and stories, and pestered his mother every day to tell him those stories that he thought were mysterious.

The ignorant young Mo Liunian was obsessed with the romance of love and hatred, especially the classic love stories "The Legend of the White Snake", "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl", "Meng Jiangnu", "Liang Zhuhua Butterfly" and so on......

After listening to it, Mo Liunian's calm heart like a lake set off waves of ripples like throwing it into a boulder, making Mo Liunian's susceptible heart become as sentimental as Lin Daiyu, and with the twists and turns of the poignant and affectionate storyline, he also cried and laughed, happy and worried, loved and hated.

When the mother finished telling all the stories she knew, she pestered the old man in the neighborhood every day to tell the story, and the old man smiled and tirelessly told the fairy tale that Mo Liunian never got tired of hearing: a long, long time ago......

Then it is interesting to immerse yourself in the legends and stories, and make a sweet and warm dream.

It was only now that Mo Liunian discovered that life was long enough to be full of endless variables.

No matter how bloody the life drama is, it will be repeated again and again.

And the story of Wan'er and Su Ming is like this......

More than 200 years ago, there was a rich boy named Wang Yun, who met a girl who sold kites at a lantern festival, Ah Fu's parents died, and his family was poor, but the two fell in love at first sight and couldn't extricate themselves.

Although Ah Fu's family is poor and her parents died early, she did not feel inferior and painful because of this, but persistently pursued and self-improvement, which is really deeply admirable.

Love is in winter, this love is lingering.

Love in one season, true love for a lifetime.

The love between Wang Yun and Ah Fu is like love in winter, although it has experienced joys and sorrows, wind, frost, rain and snow, it really does not change;

In the end, the two broke through many obstacles and finally came together, but the day before they got married, Wang Yun suddenly fell ill and died in less than three days.

Many things, things that were once thought to last forever, turned out to collapse in an instant.

I once thought that Wang Yun and Ah Fu were the most poetic encounter in the Lantern Festival, like countless legendary stories, a woman in distress, and a young man, but what they formed was a lifelong fate.

Ah Fu promised Wang Yun that she would live well, so no matter how the Wang family scolded her and abused her, no matter how difficult her life was, she never gave up the idea of living.

And Ah Fu did not complain about the young man at the lantern festival to conclude a good relationship, and then she needed to spend a lifetime guarding this old courtyard, husband and children all her life, watching the years slowly grow old, and the years were not shocked?

Are you willing not to see the three thousand prosperity in the world, and you don't understand the unforgettable love, and will you have a few regrets?

Perhaps, on the day he was widowed, Ah Fu had already buried the love of his life.

Ah Fu lived a very lonely life, even if she was exposed to the sun, she couldn't warm her heart, this was a kind of inner coldness.

In the courtyard, Ah Fu's melancholy eyes were very distressing, and she became unspeakable and silent.

Later, Ah Fu was kicked out of Wang's house, returned to the market, and sold kites, day after day, but her thoughts about Wang Yun never stopped, and she missed him every day.

There is no good feast, no life and death, but because I know how to be gentle with an encounter, the flowers on the Mo are bright, and the fingertips are fragrant.

has only been in love for dozens of days, just inadvertently and hurriedly glanced, Wang Yun and Ah Fu have composed a long and endless pathos in life because of that acquaintance.

At that time, Ah Fu suddenly felt a slight pity in his heart, which made his chest begin to fluctuate.

It's like, in his thin, only little childhood memory, Ah Fu walked in the yard with his hair scattered, holding Wang Yun's hand, counting the flowers on the tree, petal by petal.

The season is beautiful, the world is prosperous, and at that time, she could only use this to spend the best time in her life.

Because she was too lonely and had no one to talk to, one night, in front of the candle flame, she made a kite in the shape of two people holding hands, and carefully traced her eyebrows.

On the left is a man, on the right is a woman, on the left is Wang Yun, and on the right is Ah Fu.

Every day, when Ah Fu thinks about Wang Yun, she tells the kite what she misses.

In the middle of the night, it turns out that for a person, losing the one that is lit for him is really losing the whole world.

And now only Ah Fu is left alone, standing on the other side of time, looking back, he can no longer see Wang Yun's back.

Time passed year by year, and Ah Fu, who was as moving as a flower back then, also became an old woman with goosebumps, and the red kite gradually faded its color and turned snow-white.

The face in the mirror is quietly changing, and many familiar scenes flow in front of me and disappear in an instant.

Just like the old people in the past, they didn't have time to say goodbye, they were hidden in the depths of the streamer, and they never crossed paths in this life.

Ah Fu knows that one day, everything will be forgotten, mistakes will be erased, no resentment, lonely and innocent life.

The blue water is cold in the depths, the green mountains and forests are cold, and it is difficult to see each other when the mountains and rivers turn around; the Yiren people are far away, and the lovesick cape is by the cape, only the dream is lingering; the paper is full of tenderness and chaos, the loneliness is idle, and the two screens are infatuated.

Qianmo Hongchen, meeting with you is fate, all living beings, knowing you is intentional.

Once you have entered the king's dream, you will follow the king's heart to be old, not to see the prosperity of the three thousand, but only to be with the monarch and the twilight.

Because she did not remarry, Ah Fu's evening scene was particularly bleak, and when she was dying, there was no one by her side.

In this life, there is no wind and snow, in this life, no longer walking alone, who is all the cause and effect singing for?

Ah Fu came to this world, just for a period of practice, looking back is a moment of beauty, rubbing shoulders is the glass of a lifetime, missing is not just a white horse passing by,

Loneliness to the left, longing to the right, Ah Fu can't hold the passing years, and he can't keep the sunset, the twilight of the twilight, the barren world, lonely to the late.

The eternity in his thoughts always ushered in the dusk in anticipation, Ah Fu was speechless, no one was silent, playing a boring scene, closing his eyes, pretending that everything was safe.

Ah Fu had tried to leave, to exist, to start all over again, to leave, to exist, to be real.

Ah Fu was lying alone on the bed, and in the haze, he saw the kite that had been hanging on the wall, and the right half had become a girl who was exactly the same as when she was young, and walked down from the wall and walked to her.

The two wizened hands were clasped together, and Ah Fu's cloudy eyes looked at this person who was exactly the same as when she was young, and called softly: "You are so good-looking." ”

The kite girl Ah Fu nodded at her, smiled, and patted her hand, "You can go in peace, I know what you think in your heart, and I will help you finish it." ”

Although there is a lot of regret, there is not enough pain, and although there is a lot of joy, there is not enough happiness.

Then once a thing becomes a habit, it is often reluctant to change.

Don't worry about what you're losing, because she finally has the chance to meet him, even if it's not the one she's waiting for.