In the prosperous ten years, the winter in Jiangning City was extremely cold.
There is always a bowl of warm porridge in Shen Yanzhi's study, and a pot of half-dead calamus on the window sill. The charcoal basin is turned out and put out again. He was the supervisor of the Jiangning government office. He was transferred from the north for four years to investigate an old case that had been pending for ten years. The files were piled up half the wall. No one knew what he was investigating.
Lu Lin came in through the window.
On a rainy night in the sixth year of Fengjing, I was dripping with water, my shoulder was injured, and I had a sign of Jiangning Zhifu Household Affairs pinned on my waist. I stumbled when I landed. I stood firm on the edge of the table. When I looked up and saw him, I actually smiled: "I'm taking shelter for a while."
Shen Yanzhi didn't expose him.
Later, Lu Lin would climb out of the window from time to time, sometimes with injuries, sometimes with wine, and sometimes with nothing at all. She would just sit in that armchair and watch him write for half the night. He said he was stalking, but the stalker would not remember what wine his husband likes to drink, what snacks he likes to eat, or what clothes he should wear when the weather gets cold.
Four years. Shen Yanzhi has been investigating for four years, and Lu Lin has been searching for four years. The two of them were separated by half a study room, and neither of them could tell the truth.
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