She spent seven years feeding wild cats in the alleys of Suzhou, thinking that this would be it for the rest of her life. A marriage certificate brought her back to Bianjing, and she married a scribe from the Hanlin Academy named Daizhao. He was cold and aloof by nature and didn't like to talk. He coughed all night on his wedding night and took the initiative to sleep on the narrow couch with the quilt in his arms. She thought, okay, let's live in a respectful manner. Later, she discovered that he had a piccolo hidden in his sleeves and a secret message locked in his study. He never said a word when old wounds broke out on rainy days, but he tucked her into bed late at night. His movements were as gentle as the boy who watched her feeding the cat on the stone bridge three years ago.
Plums are yellow and it rains, and the rain in the south of the Yangtze River lasts for a whole season. Don't be impatient or impatient. What is supposed to come will always come.
