The third young lady of the Guan family, Guan Leye, was reading her husband's book when she was 13 years old. She pondered it over and over several times, but she didn't understand why Mr. Zhao in this article ended up crying bitterly, and she didn't understand why the fourth girl in this article had no news after returning to her hometown. Finally, she closed the book and just thought about giving herself a pseudonym that looked literate.
Two days later, Guan Leye bought an imported notebook with expensive paper and solemnly wrote on the first page the pen name she had been thinking about for two nights - Sanru. But I didn't want to continue writing anymore.
When Miss Guan San was 15 years old, she understood Mr. Zhao's crying and understood where the fourth girl had gone, and she began to be willing to write in the book. She kept writing the same name, He Buyuan.
——Bu Yuan, Bu Yuan, are you square or round?
——What's the matter with Guan Qing?
——Bu Yuan, Bu Yuan, what kind of woman do you like?
——What's the matter with Guan Qing?
——Bu Yuan, Bu Yuan, will you marry me in your next life?
——How about you let me go for the rest of your life?
--Not good.