My first love got married: I was forced to sing to celebrate

"Who sings?".

On the lake, several small boats stopped shaking.

Heads crawled out of the cabin.

Eyes fell on the broken bridge.

Redcoat.

Song.

Four maids.

"Goddess. "

"The goddess in red. "

"Quick, phone. "

Live room.

Take a photo.

They are all young people, with fast hands and feet.

Soon, that touch of red was thrown into the video.

The light rain was hazy.

I can't really see it.

Because of this.

It is more beautiful.

On the broken bridge.

Four figures with paper umbrellas.

Standing quietly, as if in a daze.

A touch of red, with hands behind his back.

Long hair 3,000 zhang.

Step by step.

The song is erratic.

A very charming female voice.

With endless lingering meaning.

Drifting on the lake.

The people on the boat are also caught in the picture.

"Wait for a thousand years, wait for a while

I have no regrets about waiting for a thousand years

Who whispers in your ear that love me will never change

Just for this sentence, there is no complaint

The rain is heartbroken, the wind is tearful, the dreams are lingering, and the love is far away

The water of the West Lake, my tears..."

The water of West Lake.

My tears.

Four girls.

Tourists on the lake.

At this moment, it is like going back to the past, back to the myths and legends.

They saw two figures, one green and one white, on the broken bridge, swimming in the crowd with umbrellas.

Suddenly, it began to rain in the sky.

Encounters are always in the rainy season.

It seems to indicate the suffering of love.

"I'd rather be like you in a flame

Yes...... Yes...... Ah......

Wait for a thousand years, wait for once

I have no regrets about waiting for a thousand years

The rain is heartbroken, the wind is tearful, the dreams are lingering, and the love is far away

The water of the West Lake is my tears

I'd rather be like you in a flame

Yes...... Yes...... Ah......

Wait for a thousand years, wait for once

I have no regrets about waiting for a thousand years

Wait for a thousand years, wait for a while..."

The singing is curling.

It was like a drizzle.

It's an oath.

It is predestined.

It's suffering.

It's blood and tears.

Love is not beautiful.

The couples who can go on are all sweet and sour.

Love is also beautiful.

Even if he bears the curse of the heavens.

Even if it ends in tragedy, it is regrettable that it will be passed down through the ages.

The best part is also evocative.

Life can be touched once.

It's worth the trip.

On this broken bridge, by this West Lake.

The place seen in this Leifeng Pagoda.

Suddenly the wind is strong...

The rain suddenly went wild.

It's like that storm countless years ago, flooding the golden mountains.

Li Min suffered numerous casualties.

Mountains of bones.

Rivers of blood flowed into battles with the sky,

The hall of Yama is haunted by grievances

I carry endless sins,

I will also sleep with you.

On the broken bridge.

Li Ningxiang burst into tears, she seemed to have become Bai Suzhen and met the right person.

Dream fate, is this the fate I dreamed of?

Xu Lingyun's eyes were slightly red, and she seemed to see the bottom of Leifeng Tower, sitting in an arc for endless years.

The person who makes tea can bear loneliness the most, but she is unwilling to bear the coldness at the bottom of the Leifeng Tower.

Lin Miaotong's eyes were stupid, she saw that she was married and had children, but she was broken up....

Even the most lively Zhao Lingyin cried a lot.

I don't know if the rain wet my face, or if the tears flooded the West Lake.

Is this love?

There is sweetness, and more bitterness.

The four girls asked themselves.

Such love, do you still have to pursue it?

A thousand years in exchange for an opportunity, why give up.

Maybe a thousand years ago.

I'm just a little white snake.

Brother Yuan is the little shepherd boy.

The women's eyes brightened little by little.

They raised their heads, but suddenly found that Zhang Yuan's figure had disappeared.

They froze.

Look at each other thoughtfully.

"Wait for a thousand years, this is the answer that Brother Yuan gave us. "

Let's use our own time to test the so-called feelings.

Is it worth it.

They bowed their heads and said nothing.

Look at the tiptoes.

Walk forward little by little.

The surface of West Lake.

On the small boat, one by one the tourists burst into tears.

The open live broadcast room was already full.

frantically sent a barrage, allowing the anchor to follow the footsteps of the goddess in red.

A tourist came back to his senses and saw the barrage.

He was furious: "Chase Nima, a bunch of fuckers, do you know what love is? You are the body of the goddess of greed, get out of Lao Tzu!".