Is it a trap or a bondage, a dream or a mirror?

A long time ago, this castle was inhabited by a group of people who were crazy about love.

They are brave and strong, unwilling to become mediocre beggars. I once asked them why they were so fearless in facing life and danger. They told me it was because of love. Walking hand in hand together cannot be called facing, but should be called welcoming.

Welcome the next spring in their lives.

Why is he unwilling to admit painful things? Because they call pain sweet.

It is a kind of sweet breeze with a hint of freshness. I like to call this thing freedom.

When the clear sky began to rain, Shilov left secretly, and the beautiful woman laughed.

She laughed without caring about her image, but all the duchesses present did not react and continued to amuse themselves.

The woman seemed to be enveloped by the light coming through the small window, isolated from the world. It seemed that she was isolating herself from others, but in reality, she was isolated from the hustle and bustle.

After drinking one glass after another, the woman poured the last drop of wine from her glass onto the ground. She wiped her eyes, regained her proud demeanor, and stood up to look at them.

The hairband that was casually pulled off was blown to the ground by the wind. The dukes and daughters who were drinking and having fun just now also stood up and looked at them with smiles on their faces.

The woman, with her hair loose and red eyes, said in broken Chinese, "I hope your hearts won't be trapped by this ribbon."

As for why they were trapped by a small ribbon, they didn't understand it now. Only when the rain was heavy enough to flatten the small pile of earth in the yard, perhaps they would understand why.

The clacking sound of high heels mixed with the music in the hall slowly faded away in their ears.

The ribbon fell at Zhang Heqian's feet. He picked it up and wrapped it around his finger, looking at it against the light coming through the window. It seemed as if someone was waving at him.

In the hazy vision, the voice echoed in my ears: "Qianqian, don't cry. Brother will tie a beautiful hairband for you, okay?"

"Brother, I want to tie two, two of the same color!" The crying little boy was hugged by a boy with long hair. The ends of the boy's hair were also tied with a ribbon, and the red ribbon swayed as he walked.

"No, brother will braid Qianqian's hair into two small braids and two identical headbands." The boy held the child's buttocks with one hand and gently patted the child's back with the other hand, coaxing the little boy to laugh with a runny nose and slight sobs.

The grandma who was squatting by the road selling edamame greeted the brother and after chatting with him, the brother had a bag in his hand. The little boy was embarrassed to show his head because of the grandma's teasing, and buried his head in his brother's neck with a red face.

After saying goodbye to my grandma, I was stopped at an intersection a few hundred meters away from my home.

The leading man held an IOU in his hand and pointed at the older brother with an extremely rude attitude, saying, "If you can't pay me back, I'll tear your brother apart and sell him off! At least it'll be worth a million or so."

The boy held the child tightly in his arms, his eyes cold as he looked at the man at the door who had been beaten and couldn't get up. His voice was emotionless: "Dare to touch my brother, I will let you know what it means to die. As for the person on the ground at the door, if you have the guts, you can tear him apart and sell him."

The wind blew the boy's hair and tickled the child's neck. The breathing sound in his ears seemed to be his own, but it was so hazy that he could not distinguish it clearly.

"Yu Yan will braid Qianqian's hair for the rest of his life." The child's voice drifted behind him with the wind.

Heavy rain was drifting, and the rumbling thunder shattered his dream, just like that night, thunder-rain-disappearance.

Everything seems like a dream that never existed.

After that day, whenever grandma saw him, she would still ask him to carry a bag of edamame home, and people would still block the way at the door, but everyone said he didn't exist, as if this person was a figment of her imagination.

Everyone around him, except his grandma, calls him a lunatic, a lunatic who keeps asking where my brother is.

The carpet at the door was wet by the rain. Seeing this, the servant quickly closed the door to prevent the entire carpet from getting soaked and the wind from being blocked out.

When he looked clearly, Zhang Heqian found himself lying on the bed, with Ma Liangchen sleeping soundly beside him, snoring loudly. He turned his head and saw that some people under Qi Jing were still awake. They pointed to the bedside, where the purple ribbon was still wrapped around his finger.

Everything is in a dream, along with gratitude.