The first time he saw her at the school gate, he knew that this girl had no eyes for her.
Everyone praised her calligraphy, but no one was willing to spend a penny to buy it.
So he walked over and asked her to help write an assignment.
She didn't know that it was the homework he should have handed in long ago, nor did she know that his husband had torn up the paper and shredded the paper in front of him.
She only remembered that a boy said to her that day: "You write very well."
Later, he found a job for her, renovated her house, copied the manuscript that had been lost for half a year, and blocked all the suffering for her.
Later, he was imprisoned in the Jiexue Hall for three years, and when he came out, he was missing a piece of his finger.
And she was sent to the Zhen'an Sect that he could never reach in his life.
This is the story of two people who were pushed away by fate, and spent nine years putting themselves back together inch by inch.
[The author has something to say]
"Chang Nian" is his name, and "Mo Li" is her name.
But I read it again and again, and it's the same sentence——
Never forget it. Never forget it.
The story is very small, so small that there is room for only two people.
Intention: She stands in front of him, and he holds her in his heart.