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"Who would have thought that Jiang Shangjiu would fall in love with an old friend? My name is Gu Renqing, and from now on you will be called Jiang Shangjiu, okay?" The girl looked at the boy in front of her who was a head taller than her. The young man pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing, just nodded lightly. ..."Can you write?" "Can I teach you how to write your name?" "This is how your name is written, Jiang Shangjiu!" ..."Uncle Fu! Where did Jiang Shangjiu go?" "Miss... He, he fell off a cliff... No trace of his body..." "How is that possible! Uncle Fu, you lied to me!"... Ten years later. With ten miles of red makeup and eight large sedan chairs, the city of Jiangzhou is filled with joy. But the bride's face was full of tears, and every step she entered the house was like a knife stabbing her. ... Before she could breathe, she took off his mask and caressed his face: "Jiang Shangjiu... I knew it was you..."