The day I confided my feelings to Lin Ye, even the summer wind was filled with heat. He hugged me tightly and his tone was gentle and sincere. "Once a teacher, always a husband." "Teach you calligraphy, Yuanshan Temple, Linjiang, Hetang, like Zhaoyi." He touched my head and spoke slowly in my ear, word by word. Accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, the carriage rumbled away into the distance. He held my hand, as usual.
