Xu Shuangli grew up in Qingshui Town and took over his family's flower shop when he grew up.
Since her father's death, she has become the town's only ghostwriter.
One day, two guests came to Xu Shuangli's flower shop.
Suddenly the green bamboo curtain moved, and the faint sound of pipa slipped in from the window eaves.
Grandma has white hair and beard, elegant temperament, and is accompanied by a young man who is as cold as jade.
Grandma said: "Please ghostwrite a letter for me."
Another day, Shen Yan came back alone.
Sitting down, he said: "Please ghostwrite a letter for me."
Xu Shuangli picked up his pen.
But I heard Shen Yan reply: "There is no word, but I left the word to Shuangli."
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Purpose: Letter
