El magnate supremo de la ciudad - Capítulo 102
Nine years have passed since we last met!
He was finally able to see that innocent nine-year-old girl again.
Because of the death of the female love insect inside her, the girl had long forgotten everything, all the grudges and affections. Isn't this the greatest happiness in the world?
As she sat inside the bridal sedan chair, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, the sedan chair brushed past the man in white.
But she spotted him immediately.
A moment of confusion flashed in the girl's eyes, as if she felt that the man in white was somewhat familiar to her, but she still couldn't remember who he was!
The man in white watched her calmly the whole time.
Lotus, sitting in the bridal sedan chair, suddenly raised her head and smiled pure and innocently at the extremely handsome man.
Just like nine years ago, nine-year-old Lotus sat on the lap of that handsome man in white, looking up at him with the same childlike smile on her pure white face.
We'll stay together until we grow old, never to turn our backs on each other!
She was finally able to walk down the aisle in her bright red wedding dress, but in that fleeting moment, she missed her chance with him!
Some people walked onto the bridge.
Du Heng, the elder enforcer of the Tianshan Snow Sect, stood before the new sect leader and respectfully whispered, "Sect Leader Chuxue, what should be done with the Seven-Stringed Zither, the heirloom of Sect Leader Chuhan?"
Ye Chuxue, dressed in white, remained silent. A hint of sorrow flashed in his long, elegant eyes. Finally, he said softly, "He is gone. Let's burn everything he left behind!"
In the blink of an eye.
That person is gone, and time flows like water...
In this mortal world, how many will ever hear the music of the seven-stringed zither again? And how many will remember its owner, that... handsome man whose smile could be breathtaking, whose gesture could change the course of events...
A gentle breeze warmly blows across the lotus ponds of Jiangnan...
Ye Chuxue, dressed in white, stood at the bridgehead for a long time, her elegant eyes filled with a clear light. She silently watched the red-cloud-like bridal sedan chair disappear into the distance, letting out a soft sigh.
"Birds have vanished from the Tianshan Mountains, and the ancients have forgotten each other."
It turns out that all the relationships in this world, the blooming and withering of flowers, the changing of the world, are just a dream that will ultimately come to nothing... and all those relationships...
But...
Snow falls on the River of Oblivion, a wisp of smoke...
--over--
Postscript: City, Moonlight, Dream Weaving
The song "Scarlet Rain Over the City" quotes some songs and some poems by ancient people, which are not my original works. This is noted here.
When I wrote my first postscript, I was filled with such trepidation!
This is the first time I've written a story like this since I started writing books. There isn't much romance, but there's more of the world's affairs, more helplessness, and more regret.
My lifelong wish has been that the words I write will be a delightful feast for the reader. To achieve this, I have been working hard to improve my writing skills and the readability of my stories.
To put it bluntly, I just wish I could grow up a bit.
This is my first time writing a martial arts story, but it's just an attempt, not a transformation. In the process of writing, since it's my first time, I inevitably felt powerless and struggled, and there were even some flaws that I couldn't avoid.
Please bear with me.
In this story, there seems to be no male or female protagonist, but every character is important; they all have their own stories, their own sorrows, their own loves...
As Ping Qiushui said, all stories are nothing more than heartbreak; the people of Yi River are gone, and the bright moon is like frost.
I have indeed developed a great deal of goodwill towards this calm and composed doctor!
If "Mirror Gardenia Snow" describes a story of love and cherishing.
So--
"The Scarlet Rain" is a story of regret and forgetting. A fierce battle of love and hate rages as time flies by. The old love and hate have not ended, but the new love and hate has already begun.
In the end, only forgetting is the end!
Memory is a kind of happiness, and also a kind of cruelty.
In a new place, having left behind the lifestyle I had maintained for over a decade, I found myself unable to sleep, waking up in terror from nightmares several times. I am a person prone to extreme joy and sorrow, and also a sensitive soul.
I miss my old friends, the days we spent together playing around, the enthusiastic laughter, those were the purest and happiest times of my life.
Now……
I can only keep my purest heart and try to smile, but a feeling of the fading of prosperity and the end of the performance still lingers in my heart and cannot be driven away.
From the initial state of confusion, I suddenly realized in the middle of the night that if I continued to be influenced, I would no longer be able to let go of the trivial matters around me, and I would only begin to become shallow and lose my purity.
So I started anew, sticking to my principles!