All things in the world are actually the same, just like the sun rises and sets, it has a beginning and an end. It is as small as a flower blooming on a pavilion, or as big as a person's life. From birth to death, it always follows the same trajectory... She took a long breath of this decadent...
breath.
When the Shangguan family reaches old age, this waterside pavilion also reaches sunset, from its peak to its decline... She will sigh and feel a little sad, but she will not feel sorry for them. It is inevitable that prosperity must decline, and decline
It will surely prosper. This is also a turning point. It only depends on how the world evolves. It only depends on whether those people can wait. It also depends on whether those who stand at that turning point have the ability.
Yes, spring comes again and the sun rises again; if not, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers, or it is content to be a green leaf to accompany the blooming flowers.
"Miss, do you like it here?" A voice sounded behind Xi'er. Xi'er didn't look back, just smiled softly, "I like the water." Looking down at the water, the lightless night looked dark, with some dead grass and rotten grass.
The smell always assaulted her sense of smell.
"If you like it, miss, buy it. However, this place is really too decadent." The shadow came out of the darkness and took out a flint from nowhere. He was about to light a fire, but Xi'er stopped him.
"Don't light the lamp."
"Miss, don't you want to see this place?" Shadow grinned lightly.
"What do you want to see?" Xi'er frowned slightly, "You know me, I always have a preference for beautiful things. But here, even if you don't look at it with your eyes, you can feel that it must be so decadent that it must be...
I don't want to leave, not because I want to see her decline, but I just feel a little sad."
"Lamenting its decadence?"
"I lament that the sun always rises from the east and sets from the west again and again, laments that the spring, summer, autumn and winter never stagnate at all, laments the blossoming and falling of flowers, laments the rebirth and death, laments that the face will eventually grow old..." I sighed, feeling happy
Er asked in a daze: "Shadow, tell me, are there things in this world that can be controlled by others, and are there things that will never change?"
The shadow is silent, Xi'er is silent...
After a long while, Yingying suddenly said in a very firm voice: "Yingying's heart for the lady will never change, never change."