Because gods and humans are on different paths.
Gods possess infinite life and youth, and can defy time. Mortals, however, cannot; mortal life is short, and youth is even shorter! Like a white bird meeting a cloud, it is merely a fleeting encounter.
The male and female protagonists in the TV series are both in the prime of their lives, passionately in love, as if they could sacrifice everything for love, even if it meant eternal damnation and burning the world. The audience was moved to tears.
But what if the director were willing to stretch the shot a bit longer?
What will happen?
Imagine a young, fresh-faced princess, like a flower petal in early spring, sleeping with a wrinkled, hunched-over old scholar who also coughs up phlegm. He even takes off her clothes. This scene would probably enrage many young viewers, causing them to smash their TVs and then start online posts to rant about the director, screenwriter, producer, and the entire TV production team.
But were the producers wrong? No! They filmed the truth!
What audiences cherish and love is simply their youthful encounter, a time of romance and beauty, a chance meeting amidst the blooming flowers and gentle breezes, flying kites in the lush greenery—a scene as beautiful as a fairy tale. But what about twenty years from now? Thirty years? Fifty years? What will happen between them when these ordinary people grow old?
The audience dared not imagine it, because the truth was chilling.
People fall in love because they are compatible; otherwise, they are incompatible. Incompatible love means inequality, which makes happiness difficult to achieve.
This will shatter their beautiful dreams of love.
And this kind of thing kept happening to Duanmu Ci—
Su Hui...
Xie Daoyun...
Shangguan Wan'er...
etc……
Duanmu Ci really didn't want to hurt any more people, and he didn't want to hurt himself anymore...
But what should he do?
Just as Bu Tongxun wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her face close to his, suddenly—
"No gifts this holiday season, but if you must, give Brain Gold!" Two flamboyant old men and women, dressed in Hawaiian plaid shirts, popped up on the screen and started dancing.
The atmosphere suddenly shifted, from the ending theme of Full House to the catchy tune of Brain Gold—
Bu Tongxun couldn't continue. She let go of his hand, lowered her head, and said softly, "I'm going to check the documents." Then she left like a puff of smoke.
Duanmu Ci was left alone by the table, sitting there in solitude. His expression, reflected in the wine in his cup, was ambiguous, neither one could discern relief nor disappointment.
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P.S.: Single female lead, harem, no main heroine. The choice is yours...
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