When Gu Changning woke up, his head was filled with memories that were not his own.
A dilapidated house, a cold stove, and a piece of paper to cancel the engagement.
The elder of the clan looked coldly, and his fiancée's family looked at him with disdain: "The Gu family has declined, and you are not worthy of my daughter of the Shen family. If you are sensible and sign this document, you will still have a few cents to live on."
He was surrounded by neighbors watching the excitement, and no one spoke for him.
Gu Changning didn't defend himself, nor was he angry. He just picked up the pen, signed the divorce form, then looked up at the old plum tree blooming in the cold wind in the yard, and whispered something.
The sound was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.
"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. See you soon, everyone."
After saying that, he turned back to the house and closed the old wooden door, blocking out all the ridicule and contempt.
No one knows that this poor scholar who was abandoned by them has five thousand years of beautiful articles hidden in his heart at this moment.
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