Chapter 214
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Even Fu Yao's vulgar flattery was cute, even though she did it on purpose. Other authors usually only had one style in their writings. Fu Yao and Di Huang were different. The background and the appearance of the characters were very beautiful and elegant, elegant and noble, as if they were in a misty fairyland. However, the female protagonist often had some vulgar actions, which did not seem abrupt, but instead showed her straightforwardness, with the air of the common people.
The elegant words and mischievous humor were combined very well, adding modern elements to the ancient style was very harmonious and natural.
Longan, good writing! I like the love that Wuji, Zhan Beiye, and Yun Hen had for Fu Yao. They gave what they could, cherished her pride, stubbornness, and dignity, supported her instead of changing her, and protected her instead of imprisoning her.
"I hope to see an outstanding woman grow freely in the vast sea and sky, able to soar at the same height as a man, and not a canary bird protected by layers of strong wings, never knowing the joy of passing through the wind and rain, never knowing how to pursue their own beliefs." Wuji's view on love was very advanced and powerful!
That kind of love was not forced, it was natural and unrestrained, allowing the youth to grow, from narrow-minded to great. That was the true meaning of love.
I hate those arrogant and conceited male protagonists who don't know how to respect others and only know their own joy and sorrow. They intentionally or unintentionally trample on other people's dignity to elevate themselves. That kind of person doesn't deserve the love of a truly good woman.
Love was precious, dignity was priceless. If a person didn't respect you, he wouldn't love you, even if
"I love you" was said, it would only be an insult to love. Many novels were labeled as strong women. The female lead had schemes and martial arts, but she always lost in love, getting hurt again and again by the same person.
That kind of strength wasn't true strength, it was a huge flaw in the soul. Allowing others to hurt you, even if it was someone you loved, it was not self-respect, it was simply self-mutilation.
In comparison, Fu Yao's turn and wave of the sword was even more precious. The hurt caused by a lover's love was especially unforgivable.
The pain I suffered must be repaid by you several fold. Because the person who truly loved you wouldn't hurt you. What hurt you was his selfishness and the false love you refused to wake up to.
I had always believed that the protagonist of the novel could already determine the style of the novel. Fuyao, Changge, all of them exuded nobility from their souls. It had nothing to do with status, appearance, intelligence, or martial arts.
The author drew an illusory blueprint, and the reader searched for the beauty of reality. It seemed contradictory, but that kind of illusory reality was closer to the height of dreams, and the real illusory made pain less painful.
In the fictitious background of the novel, the readers wanted to see real people, the character that people should have, not love, because real love is never everything.
Thanks to the longan, I felt that Fuyao was very close to me in my dream. All living beings were like lotuses. Regardless of whether it was those that had uprooted or those that had sunk to the bottom of the Pond of Oblivion, they all struggled with all their might, their hearts filled with unwillingness.
The Dihuang and Fuyao were both lotuses that had struggled to be plucked out of the mortal world. They were flexible and strong. There was a deep pain in those funny words, but those smiles lightened the pain and enshrouded it into an ink-colored landscape with sounds.
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