A man who has been ill for a long time and lives in a deep boudoir relies on the files in his father's study to learn about the world. One is a girl who came back from the border. She is more skilled at climbing over the wall than walking through the main entrance.
Xu Jinhe sat on the inside of the window sill and put together the route from the fragments he collected from everywhere. Ye Yuzhao squatted outside the window, brought back the news from outside, and said under the window, "I found out today." One used paper to deduce, and the other walked through it with his feet. One waits and the other takes the lead.
In the autumn of the sixth year of Yongchang, the old book stall owner said that there was a woman in dark blue clothes who often came to look through medical books, but then she stopped coming; the old boatman at Qingshidu said that the batch of winter clothes was parked at the ferry for two nights, twelve carts came, eight boats left, and the remaining four disappeared before dawn... Mr. Liu's coffin was sealed overnight, and three jade buttons were scattered in the hands of three people. Only when they are put together can the whole picture be seen.
No one connected these things together—until someone put them on the same table.
One was sitting in the window reading the files, and the other was climbing over the wall to look up things that were not written in the files. A deduction and an arrival. The two people walked the same road together, separated by the window sill.
That winter the jujube flowers had not yet fallen. The window was always open.
