Nine Doors: the Seventh Girl and the Fifth Master

1925, Changsha City. When the seventh girl of the Huo family was in charge, a tomb robber from Jiangxi came. His hands were full of mud, he looked gangster, and his smile was not serious. She said "get lost". He said, "Okay, I'll come back after you get out." Later—— During the nine-door discussion, he blocked a dagger for her, and blood spattered on her cheongsam. Her hands shook all night. He brought a bowl of soup. The word "" is engraved on the bottom of the bowl. She stared at it for a long time and finished the soup. On rainy days, she left her umbrella at the door of his shop. He chased him out to return the umbrella. She didn't even look back - "No need to pay it back." He stood there with his umbrella open, soaked in the rain, and laughed for a long time. Later, the Japanese came. She is married. He went to Yunnan. That night in Hangzhou, she stood outside the door. Hands were raised - and then lowered. Fifty years later. Hangzhou, at the entrance of Lingyin Temple. An old lady with white hair was leaning on a cane and staring at the old man in the wheelchair. "Are you still alive?" The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Are you not married?" "... Liar." "When you said you didn't need to return the umbrella, I knew you were lying to me." The moon shines on the two people. It lasted for fifty years.