She was kneeling in the glacier, but her back was straighter than a reed.
Shen Qingwei has been a cocoon-washing girl for eight years. Everyone says that she is dull and taciturn and allows others to bully her. No one knew that she was writing accounts silently on the sand table every night, carving the secrets of the Weaving Bureau into her heart one by one. No one knows that one day, with chapped hands, they will grasp fate by the throat.
He is from the young master's family sitting high in the hall, and she is an official slave in the quagmire. The first time Gu Yanzhi "passed" the cocoon washing place, he only saw a figure kneeling upright - this spine was branded in his eyes from then on.
Later, he taught her to write, holding her hand one stroke at a time; she knelt in the glacier for seven days, and he asked people to send plant ashes; when the Gongzheng case happened, she recited eight years of old accounts in court and overthrew her enemies; she opened the "Weiji Accounting Room" in the west of the city, and the plaque was inscribed by him himself.
Everyone said that when the young boss of the Gu family married a cocoon washer, it was a toad that ate the swan's flesh. Only he knew that this "toad" had been splashed with sparks by this straight spine as early as the day he first saw it.
"I'm not cattails, I'm reeds." She said with a smile, "The reeds burned, crackled, and splashed all over people."
He held her hand as he had for seventeen years: "I'm used to it."
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She never waited for anyone to come to her rescue. She waited for that road and walked it by herself.
He just stood behind her and let her shine.
Intention: Where wildfire passes, reeds are reborn.
