In the second year of Jingde in Bianjing, snow bit the frostbite on the back of Chen Jiu's hand. He rubbed the fragment of the engraving left by his father. The edge of the word "knowledge" in "The spring breeze does not recognize Yumen Pass" was like a scar that cannot be healed.
Chen Xiaoya brought roasted sweet potatoes and said, "Brother's word is more valuable than candy." Su Xiaoyan suddenly grabbed his wrist and poked at the word with her fingertips, trembling: "It's 'Du'! My father died unjustly because he didn't change this word."
Chen Jiu remembered the rhythm of his father knocking on the edge of the kang - it turned out to be the strokes of the word "Du". Next to the charcoal fire in the ruined temple, he carved characters on mulberry wood and pricked his palms with wooden thorns. Blood fell into the painting of "Du", like red-hot iron.
Shopkeeper Zhao scolded him for being a "wild dog chewing words", and the servants kicked over the writing plate, but the thin monkey's cocoon, the old scholar's leftover tea inkstone, and Chun Ya's manuscript were all complaining for him.
The little girl strings sawdust together to make "character bones", Su Xiaoyan picks the ink residue from the inkstone to spell "Yan Gui Lou", and shopkeeper Wang hides the old mark of "Du" under the ink ball in the account book. They have to rush to carve a hundred true characters before Autumn. Blood, tears, and crooked paintings seep into the wood, carving back the edges and corners that have been smoothed by power.
The snow melted and fell, and the scratches were shiny when touched. It's just that the apprentice lets the word know the road, the sister protects the wood, and the group of people want the "spring breeze" to remember: it should "cross" Yumen Pass instead of pretending to "know" the changed road. The sound of knives, laughter and laughter in the words finally become the pattern of movable type - not fancy, but still warm.
