Anecdotes of Old Words

One late autumn four hundred years ago, the candlelight of the old house in Suzhou flickered. Wenjia held the Langhao pen and wrote a secret letter in the gap between the lyrics of "Xing Xiangzi". The ink mixed with cold sweat fell on the page, blurring out the word "heart confinement" - it was the secret that Yuzhanghui had hidden for half his life, and it was also the evidence that the Lu family did not dare to see the light of day. He stuffed the manuscript into the rosewood box, touched half of the maple leaf jade pendant around his waist, heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard, and hurriedly blew out the candle. Four hundred years later, on a rainy night, Shen Qingyan took over the rosewood box in his grandfather's hospital room. When his fingertips touched the "Xingxiangzi" in the box, the moment lightning illuminated the page, he heard the rustling sound of a brush scratching the paper, and his fingertips were touched by the heat of old ink mixed with gunpowder smoke - the "remaining rhyme" mentioned by his grandfather was originally a code buried in the words of the ancients.