Lu Wenyuan was an imperial examination transcriber, and for ten years he copied the scholar's ink scrolls with a red pen. Countless beautiful articles and the joys and sorrows of fate flowed through his pen. He strictly abided by the rules and was as silent as ink. Until I discovered the hidden joints on the test paper, I realized that in this seemingly innocent world of red ink, there was already a candle shadow shaking red. Stroke by stroke, what I copied was an article, but what I measured was the weight of my conscience. On this silent battlefield, he must make a choice.
