When Xie Hui was sixteen years old, he saw Cui Yuan under the rain curtain of Taixue.
He stood on the porch and watched the rain, with a faraway place in his eyes. Later she found out that the place was called Luoyang. All his life he wanted to fight back.
She thought she could afford it.
On the wedding night, the red candle burned for half the night.
He sat on the edge of the bed and said after a long time: "I will do my duty."
Then he pushed the door open and went to the study.
After three years of marriage, she watered the flowers and he went off to war. She finished embroidering the peony, but she still couldn't get into his heart.
On the day we left Jiankang, there was a fog in Zhuquehang.
The boatman asked her where she was going, but she said she didn't know.
There is only one rubbing in the baggage, with the word "Gui" on it.
Those who can't wait, don't wait.
But the young man who received twenty military sticks at the ferry just for saying "be careful on the road"——
She will remember it forever.
Intention: Luoshui Tangtang, the word "gui" is incomplete. After loving, hating, repenting, and waiting, that's enough.