Zhuangyuan Mo

Liu Silan, a descendant of a well-known ink-making family in Huizhou, has been obsessed with "pine smoke ink" all his life. He is as cold as the moon and as calm as water. Until she met Wen Yuzhi, a scholar who was chopping firewood in Mofang to pay off debts. He is destitute, but he can see through her ink-like character at a glance; he is dull, but he can clumsily recite poems for her all night long. She carved his poems into the ink ingots with affection, stroke by stroke. He promised her, "When I become successful, I will come back and marry you as my 'Mother Mo'", and took the "No. 1 Scholar Mo" she made with her own hands on her way to the capital. Once the situation changed, Qingyun's road was cut off, and he was reduced from the favored son of heaven to a prisoner. She resolutely gave up everything, carried a box of ink in her arms, and traveled thousands of miles to Beijing, just to knock on the door of the prison of injustice. "There are always some things in this world that are more important than fame. Such as character, such as you." When the prosperity came to an end, he gave up the robe of the number one scholar and chose to return to her to be the "ink maker" for the rest of his life. It turns out that the best honor is not to be named on the gold medal list, but to hold hands with you, enjoy the mountains and rivers of Huizhou together, and smell the fragrance of ink for a lifetime.