Lonely Travel

After the Five Dynasties and Tang Dynasty, it was the late spring of the fourth year of Tongguang. In the backyard of Prince Jin's Mansion in Taiyuan, Wang Zhuo was chopping firewood - her old rule before going to bed. When I looked up, there was a strange man standing in the corridor. "Who are you?" "Shen Yan. Your father's old acquaintance's apprentice." He handed over a wooden sign, "Your father died half a month ago." She asked three questions and he answered two and a half. Before daybreak they decided on their way north. He is a wandering sorcerer, and his signature is "There is no wonder that cannot be solved". Everyone he saw was performing, and he saw through all the performances at once - except her. She is happy when she is happy, and says she is tired when she is tired. She keeps her knife within his reach because she trusts him. He was used to using sleekness as armor. In front of her, for the first time, he didn't know how to put away his tenderness. As for her, she was illiterate, so he read every word of her father's relics for her. She burned the list left by her father, and he handed the tinder to her hand. She said in front of the bone pile outside Yanmen Pass, "They are not three strokes, they are eighty people." He did not say a word and stood with her until she was willing to leave. A woman who admitted her fault, a man who could detect forgeries, a Hequ horse named Uli, and a donkey that walked more steadily than a horse, all headed north. There will be another five-year-old Chai child on the road. What is his last name? They won't know what this child will do in the future until much later. At that time, the world had changed its master three times.