The day Li Chengyan walked into the red building, he only thought of one thing: don't get involved, don't stand out, and don't meddle in other people's business.
Everyone in the Red Mansion has his own destiny. He doesn't want to change, and he can't.
But Lin Daiyu shed her first tear in front of him.
The candy in his hand could never be put back into his pocket.
Over the years, he saved one person and another.
From Jia Min to Yuanchun, from Yingchun to Tanchun.
From the age of four to twenty, he changed everything he could about his life.
Finally he sat in the courtyard of Yangzhou, with Daiyu, Baochai, Xiangyun and Tanchun sitting next to him.
Xichun was painting next door, and Yuanchun was teaching the children to read.
Sister Feng is busy managing the accounts outside.
Daiyu handed over a cup of tea: "Brother Yan, what are you thinking about?"
He took the tea and smiled:
"I was thinking - this salted fish seems to be quite comfortable when turned over on its belly."
