Unlucky Old House

On the day of her birthday, her husband accompanied another woman to the theater. She saw him scratching the woman's nose behind the screen wall, very lightly, like touching a piece of porcelain that is afraid of breaking. That night she wrote the divorce letter, in a pavilion style, horizontally and vertically. She moved back to the Shen family's old house the next day. Moss grew in the cracks between the blue bricks, so she painted the walls, patched the tiles and hung a plaque. The first person to come was the daughter of Tofu Fang, who said she wanted to learn to write her own name, and later eighty people came. The squire jointly sued her for setting up a private school. She folded the paper and pressed it into the bottom of the bookcase, and classes started as usual the next day. When the war broke out, she led dozens of students to move south. Lu Jianshan chased her through three provinces. When he found her at the ferry, she was squatting in a dilapidated temple making porridge. He stood at the temple gate and looked at her for a long time, and found that he had never looked at her seriously. At the end, she stood in front of the new school. There was a man standing under the old locust tree in the distance, neither approaching nor moving far away. The wind stopped. She opened the door, and the sunlight shone in through the threshold, like a newly written word.