Shen Hui has been a straight man for eighteen years.
In Mobei for eight years, he only knew how to kill enemies, practice swordsmanship, and receive letters. The letter was written by the little childhood sweetheart of the Xie family in Beijing, one letter per month, and it was untouchable. The letter wrote that the flowers in Beijing were blooming, how many handkerchiefs she had broken, and "when will you come back?"
Shen would only write three sentences in his reply: "I'm fine." "It's snowing again in Mobei." "Wait until I come back."
Eight years later, he finally returned to the capital.
As soon as I entered the city, I heard that there were many suitors for the Xie family girl. From the editor of the Hanlin Academy to the son of the Minister of Household Affairs, they lined up to show their attentiveness.
Shen Hui fell silent.
That night, he climbed over the wall into Xie Yun's house and squatted under Xie Yun's window to imitate the cuckoo call.
Xie Yun opened the window and saw the piece of wood that could only write "I'm fine" eight years ago. He asked her with red eyes: "Then what... Who is Lin Zhao?"
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