Half Window Snow

[Sober career brain female strategist × green tea black belly love brain businessman young master] Shen Xi is as gentle as snow: pure and cold on the outside, tough and self-reliant on the inside; Gu Qinghui is like a window: he seems to be separated by a layer, but in fact he sees people clearly. Her family was ruined and she went into exile, so she hid in a posthouse with her arithmetic skills. Is it a chance encounter with the salt merchant young master, or is it another danger? The three plans determine the northern border, and the female military advisor's reputation moves the border. But when her achievements are high, who is plotting against her, and who is willing to die for her? … (1) That night she copied until late at night, and he went to deliver charcoal. He squatted by the charcoal basin and stirred the fire, and he still didn't leave after stirring the fire for a long time. She didn't even raise her head: "Mr. Gu, do you have anything else important to do?" "Yes." Gu Qinghui stood up and walked to her table, looking down at the account book written by her, "I was wondering if your pen would be a little slower when you wrote my name." Shen Xiwei's hand did not pause as he wrote, but his ears turned slightly red under the lamp: "No." "Oh." There was a smile in his tone, "It turns out I'm just being sentimental." After he left. She lowered her eyes and stared at the paper. The word "Gu" she had just written was smeared with ink thicker than the other words. … (2) On the eve of his departure, he pushed the wooden sign across the table. "Put it away." She picked it up and saw that there was a very small word engraved on the back next to the place where "Seventeen" was originally stamped. Xi. The nicks are new. She looked up at him: "When was it?" "Last night." He looked away and said in a very calm tone, "in case you get separated from the caravan and others don't know who is in charge of you." "Do all the Gu family members have this word?" "No." He stood up and walked to the door without looking back, "It's just you." … (3) When Gu Qinghui opened his eyes from the coffin, the first thing he saw was Shen Xiwei. There was no expression on her face, she just handed over the water bag. He took a sip and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Zhou, I was dreaming just now." "What dream?" "I dreamed that you were crying." She lowered her eyes and looked at him calmly: "I won't cry." "I know." He leaned against the coffin wall, tilted his head and smiled, "So the you in the dream must be fake." She got up and packed her things. Turning her back to him, she suddenly asked: "Did the me in the dream cry loudly?" It was quiet for a while. "It's very soft." He sighed, "So soft that I almost didn't hear it." She didn't turn around, but her shoulder line, where he couldn't see, dropped slightly. … (4) Jiangnan Gujia Store, the backyard accounting office. Shen Xiwei placed a stack of account books in front of Gu Qinghui: "I've checked it, there's no problem." He flipped through and suddenly pulled out a page: "What is this?" She took a closer look and saw that it was a completely insignificant piece of papyrus with a line of words written on the back. She had nothing to do but remember to play. "Gu Qinghui came to reconcile the accounts today. He looked at me several times and delayed me from transcribing a page." She reached out to grab it, and he lifted it up, keeping her from reaching it due to his height. "Are you writing a black record against me?" "This is a running account. If it's running water, it's not black." He folded the paper and put it into his sleeve, with a calm expression: "Then I will keep it for you." "Gu Qinghui——" "Why, I can't keep your things?" He gently put his hand on the back of her hand, squeezed it a few times, and then let go. "... Okay." She picked up the account book and walked out the door, "Remember to return that piece of paper to me next time." "No return." "Why?" "Because I have to remember it in the future and pay it back together when I have saved enough." Intention: In troubled times, we must stick to our true intentions and true feelings.