Fisherman Yin

On the bank of the Endless River, fisherman Ma Boxheng squatted on the bluestone and washed a wooden barrel, rubbing the patches on his old raincoat with his fingertips. No one knew that these fish-forked hands had ever held the Book of Songs, and no one knew that what he hid in his coarse cloth shoes was the jade ring finger of the former prince Chu Mowen. Until the new wife Wei Yue, who was dressed in feather-white clothes, fell into a snow pit and accidentally carved "This heart is clear" on the handle of the umbrella. He was shocked to realize that he wanted to gamble the rest of his life for this breeze. On the day Wei Yue first arrived at Wuwu Village, the temperature of the raincoat tied up for him was hotter than the words "There are trees in the mountains" in "Chu Ci". This master, who had been talking about "denying oneself and restoring rites" for ten years, insisted on holding those calloused hands in the heavy rain and protecting his back amidst the scoldings of "remnants of the royal family." When asked "Is it against etiquette to share a peach?", He sneered: "If love is a sin, what does the 'My Fair Lady' in the Book of Songs mean?" Their stories are hidden in the four seasons: the scent of grass on the cuffs when picking mulberries in spring, the deliberately wet corners of clothes when fishing for river fish in summer, the unspoken carvings on peach stones under the maple leaves in autumn, and the pear blossoms falling in a hug in front of the snow-broken house in winter. It was not until the prison car ran over the reeds, the torch burned the fishing house, and Wei Yue was pushed into the river that Ma Bosheng finally understood - he could escape the palace wall, but he could not escape the strongest shackles of the word "love". There is no robbery here, only a slow simmering of troubled times: the trembling fingertips avoiding the whip marks when applying medicine, the argument of holding the peach core tightly in the court, and Zhao Xian's ten years of growth from shock to understanding. The wind in the reeds and the water in the endless river are telling: When fishermen's songs meet scriptures, love is not transgression, but the mutual recognition of two souls in the cracks of the times.