[Introduction to the work]
I would like to dedicate this article to those times when love persisted and was finally echoed.
Wang Wan'er, a gentle lady, met Shen Yizhou, a down-and-out scholar who lived in a ruined temple and wore a white shirt during a rainy day. His rain-soaked manuscripts were filled with ambitions for the world; although he was down and out, there was an inexhaustible purity and stubbornness in his eyes.
After borrowing money and sending letters several times, the Guanyin Temple under the moonlight became the witness of their private life. He said: "When I am named on the gold medal list, I will be a matchmaker and marry a girl." She believed it.
But the family's thunderous wrath came even faster - the intercepted letters, the long kneeling in the ancestral hall, the pressing marriage, everything tried to push her into the arms of another person. The wedding date came first, and spring came after. Three months was long enough for her to marry someone she didn't want to marry, but short enough that before she had time to forget, he was already standing in front of her.
She made a promise with a handkerchief that Fang had embroidered for five years, and he made a promise with a banknote that he has treasured to this day. From a startling glance in the rain to a tearful look at each other in the wedding night - this is a story about waiting and rushing, telling you that the deepest fate is not that we have never been separated, but that we still choose to walk towards each other after going through wind and rain.
Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy.
