The Moon Beside the Inkstone, the Frost on the Cloud

The green plums cooked in wine become a "gong fight", and the moonlight shines on the inkstone and the cup is covered with frost. When Shen Yan met Su Qingyuan for the first time, the sun shone through the wisteria flower stand and dappled the stone table. She was squatting on the stone table, using her wolf brush to poke crooked dots of ink on the rice paper. There was a little ink on the tip of her nose, like a little beast that had secretly drank the water from the inkstone. He was ten years old and she was nine years old at the time. The two families were family friends. The vines on the courtyard wall climbed over the wall, intertwining the inkstone fragrance of the Shen family and the Yuan Zhiqing Qi of the Su family.