Many years after Wu Lao Gou passed away, Wu Xie found a box in the yard of his old house.
A rosewood box with gold wire edges and a cloud ring as a buckle, it is worth a lot at first glance. Wu Xie put it in his hand and weighed it carefully, and there was a faint sound of paper rubbing in the box.
——It was a pile of yellowed letter paper.
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