Remaining Treasures

During the Republic of China, an old woman sitting in a rocking chair shook her memory with the sound of wind chimes, and a young man beside her, Ah Ci, served a bowl of herbal tea. The old woman raised her eyes and seemed to see the arrogant look of the young man in bright clothes and angry horse again. It's a pity that he was cast aside by the world and assigned to the gentle and enthusiastic scholar. The old woman was puzzled. It seemed that only men and women had emotions in the world, and it seemed that only men and women had the feelings of sadness and separation. However, the young and hot emotions of young people are burning with the secular public order and good customs. These laws and regulations require them to love with their most passionate hearts. It's a pity that the world doesn't allow it. It's a pity that the world doesn't allow it. God never does anything beautiful, he always brings chaos to the world and lets two mandarin ducks part ways. The righteousness of the family and the reluctance of his lover pulled at the heart of the young master of the Lu family. In the end, during a late night talk, behind a pillow full of red gauze, the young master of the Lu family went to the battlefield with his beloved's pen, ink, paper and inkstone, vowing to bring peace to his family and country, and to restore justice to the world. At the same time, he also... Send a copy. As a result, the scholar wrote and wrote, traced and traced his family's words, and his thoughts overflowed onto the paper, turning into softness around his fingers, and turning into an inextricable perseverance when he raised his eyebrows. He said: I am just a scholar So he could not give up his writing and join the army. He said: But I am a scholar So he can use his pen to save his country. So year after year, month after month, day after day, the melons ripened, the spring flowers fell, the winter warmed, and ten thousand letters from home were accumulated. The scholar who was surrounded by the chirping children became a teacher. Just those letters home... During the three months of Beacon Fire Company, there was not a single reply... Concept: Home, Country, Family, Love, Feelings