Lin Yanchuan became a transcriber.
My daily job is to sit in the musty smell of Gongyuan and copy the candidates' ink scrolls into red scrolls.
Until she saw the name "Shen Yan" for the third time. Different strokes, same paper.
Someone takes the exam for you. Someone tampered with it.
She drew a circle in the corner of the red scroll. The meaning of "to be verified" in modern archival science.
Later, the young man named Shen Yan stopped her and said, "What does this symbol mean? Are you helping me or harming me?"
Lin Yan didn't answer.
She didn't know at that time that the fate of the two of them would be intertwined.
They corresponded, and the secret code was hidden in the official document folder. He wrote a letter asking her to "come and sit under the tree."
When she was imprisoned, he stuffed a piece of bamboo in the crack of the wall and carved a word on it - "pain".
The system told her: If you don't push him for corruption, you will die.
She tore up her ticket to go home and chose to stay. The reason is not to survive, but to be alone.
——Finally, she picked up the pen and wrote in the daily note: "Shen Yan asked to reduce or reduce the taxes in Jiangnan. I will comply with it."
The moment the history book was written, the ink mark was lighter than he imagined. But that weight weighed on him for the rest of his life.
