Breaking the cocoon is another world.
This is a story about silkworms.
Silkworm, silk. Then there is the silky love.
This is another story about flowers.
Lilies, violets.
Of course, this is a love story.
Just like the flower language of lily and violet. pure love. Undying love. Eternal Love.
A man, a married man. passionate. Any man should be passionate. Just don't be too promiscuous.
He has an inevitable mission on his shoulders.
His hometown, a small village in eastern France, is famous for its silk production. But a disease suddenly swept across Europe. So that the silkworm eggs there can not hatch properly. The silk factory in the village was temporarily stagnant.
In exchange for union with a beautiful lover. The silk business owners in the village assigned him to travel east to Japan to buy silkworm eggs. Because only the silkworm eggs there are the purest and have not been contaminated by viruses.
The man readily agreed, for his lover. He wants to build her a manor that belongs to them. All planted with beautiful pure white lilies.
The beautiful pure white lily represents purity, solemnity and mutual affection. And the countless lilies represent the most loyal love, and will not change until death.
The journey is long and difficult. In the twilight of the morning light, I kissed my newlywed wife goodbye. With her thoughts and the villagers' thoughts. He set out on a journey.
The scenery along the way is beautiful, and occasionally there will be some wars in some places. It's somewhat reminiscent of National Geographic. The beginning of the story is dull and boring. If you like those geo-optical shows, this story is sure to grab your heart right away. Hey-hey.
He traveled all over the place safely and finally reached Japan. where his mission must reach. an unfamiliar country. Then met another her.
The one who traded silkworm eggs with him was a Japanese nobleman. And she is the leader's favorite.
I thought at first. The story starts here. A man wandering in a foreign land, the favorite princess of a noble leader. The story sucks. But I was wrong.
In retrospect, the story had already begun. The story begins when the beautiful pure white lilies appear.
Because this leader's favorite princess is not the heroine of the story.
She is nothing. She was just a whore, a whore who could make any man fall for her. Just one look of hers, one gesture of her hand, one touch of hers. He can give up everything for her. No matter what.
She gave him a note. It said: Come back, I'm going to die.
That's how our poor hero was captured. He thought he was in love with her, that she was in dire straits and needed him to rescue her.
But it's not. This is an illusion. This is just an impulse in a man's heart. For love, for women. The appearance of everything beautiful. Men can be squeamish about it. Unless he's too old to be.
Later, the female brothel owner who translated for him broke this point. She said, forget her. She will not die. you know.
Yes. He knew that, but he wouldn't give up.
The hero returns to the manor he bought with the journey of his life. to his wife. My heart is torn. Half of it stayed in Japan. He stayed with the Japanese prostitute who made tea for him. There are thoughts that he cares deeply about.
The wife is terrified. But she was helpless. She didn't know what to do for him. But she knew she had to control it all. However, when she really takes control of it all. She died.
this story. Just after she died. We realize that she is the heroine of the story. Sometimes we always think that there should be more special plots interspersed with ordinary stories. In this way, our imagination can be more satisfied.
But this story breaks that pattern. When the male protagonist once again set foot on Japanese soil, hoping to find the prostitute he fell for. There was war there. The once peaceful village was turned into ashes in the flames of war.
He found the nobleman, hoping to redeem his thoughts with money. But the leader killed the boy who was carrying the message for him. The leader pointed a gun at his body. tell him. Go back, don't come back. His expression was cold and resolute.
The story suddenly returned to reality. This time he brought nothing back. For looking for that woman. Silkworm eggs hatch and die on the way. He went back to his manor fascinated. Live up to the expectations of everyone in the village. But his wife forgave him. And build gardens with him to maintain the livelihood of the people in the village.
Then the story seemed to return to calm. But he still misses that distant Japanese woman. until he got a letter.
The letter is written in Japanese. The content is as ambiguous and lingering as poetry. full of love. Anyone would have thought it was written by that Japanese prostitute. The story is still long. But I was wrong again.
The brothel owner translated the letter for him and left a violet behind. Tell him, I don't want your money this time. It's just that you don't come to me again.
This violet laid the final foreshadowing of the story.
Violet flower language. Eternal Love.
In the end, the story feels like it's real. His wife died. because of pain. A few days before the lilies they planted with their own hands bloom. His wife left him forever, with half of his thoughts.
Of course, the story isn't over yet. Because his other half's thoughts are not over yet.
One day he came to his wife's tomb and saw a purple violet flower in front of the tombstone. He suddenly remembered. The brothel proprietor who read the letters affectionately for him should know a few more things.
He found the female boss again.
The letter was written by your wife, she said. When she came to see me that day, I had already written the letter. She asked me to write it again in Japanese, and I did.
She read the letter to me, and read the words in a tone I couldn't forget.
Maybe you can't understand. But I deeply know how much she wants to be that woman.
Finally, the story is finally revealed. will also end.
He said. She is that woman. do not.
That is at this time. I just understood. Who is the heroine of the story. Not that prostitute. No matter how beautiful she looks, how nostalgic she is. She is neither.
She is just a passer-by, a passer-by who may appear in the hearts of all men. You can let her stay in your heart for a while, but not in reality. Otherwise, it is unforgivable.
Finally, the story ends.
Let us read that poetic letter again.
Do
n't be afraid
, don't move, don't talk,
no one will see us,
you stay like this
I want to see you
we're going to spend the night together
I want to just watch you like this
Your body is on top of me
your skin
your skin Lips
close your eyes
no one sees us I 'm right
beside
you can you feel
me eyes above my lips on yours you will feel warm open your eyes now my love look at me look at me your eyes fall on my chest your arms lift me up and let me snuggle On you I moan softly Your body trembles It's endless isn't it Your head keeps falling back
And my tears have been shedding non-stop
Good times are rare and
this moment
will last from now to forever
We'll never see each other again
What we once wanted to do We
've done it
Trust me my love
we'll do it forever
Let your life be far away If this can make you
happy for a
moment, don't hesitate
to forget this woman , she said goodbye to
you without any regrets "End"
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