Li Chen, the sick son-in-law of Liu Mansion in Yong'an, lived in seclusion in a small bamboo house for three years, never leaving his body with medicine and stone, coughing blood day and night, not caring about worldly affairs, and spending his days writing poems, basking in the sun, and listening to the sound of bamboo.
One evening, the maid A Zhu read out his casual inscription, which happened to fall into Liu Ruyan's ears. Those words knocked on the door of her closed heart.
As I got closer, I realized that he had more than just his talent for writing and ink.
Later, word spread in Yong'an that his bold words shocked the whole city; above the court, he was an unparalleled counselor who assisted the new king; in front of the border formation, he was an ever-victorious general who took care of the wounded governor.
When the prosperity was over, he just held Liu Ruyan's hand and returned to the bamboo house in the mountains and forests, guarding the tranquility of the years there.
Intention: He was originally a man with a weak body and a weak life. With his last gossamer-like strength, he supported all the people and things he wanted to protect. When everything was stable, he quietly returned to where he came from.