At this time, the sun is getting longer in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the spring scenery is far away.
He happily opened the door and found that Yiyi's house was empty. The old scholar was lying on an old bamboo chair in the yard.
"Where's Yiyi?"
"She is married, and she left you a letter."
Mu Shenzhi opened the letter with trembling hands. Juan's beautiful handwriting appeared on the paper, and the fragrance of osmanthus was still there. "Shenzhi, it's enough to get to know you once. If I miss it, it's not that I've passed it. It's a mistake."
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