Su Qin was immersed in the story, and his heart was constantly hurting for the heroine. The arrival of Zuo Xiaoji and Su Yu was not found. It wasn't until Su Yu patted him several times that he came back to his senses, and hurriedly gave up his seat to Zuo Xiaojian.

"Why did you come?" Su Qin complained.

"Shhhh Su Yu glared at him, looked in the direction of Nu Zuo Xiao Zhen, and pointed to his ears, asking Su Qin to listen attentively and not to interrupt.

A few months passed, and the housekeeper returned with a dusty body, and brought back Sima Xiangru's family letter, and relayed his words, so that Zhuo Wenjun could reply immediately.

After receiving her husband's letter, Zhuo Wenjun excitedly unfolded the letter, but there were only thirteen big characters on a large piece of paper. ”

Di Qingsu's voice was extremely sad and indignant.

Everyone's hearts also hung up, and the talented Sima Xiangru wrote which thirteen big characters to express his heartfelt feelings and write about lovesickness.

"There are only thirteen big characters on it, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, hundred, thousand, thousand, ten thousand. There are no 100 million words.

No billion, no billion, no intention. Husband, I dream of you every day, and my soul is haunted by dreams, so I have no intention of exchanging a hundred million? Have you forgotten the first meeting in Yutang back then, forgotten that Wenjun was selling wine for you, and forgot that Changting said goodbye to you and your personal promise? Just because you are now worshipping the general, do you want to abandon your wife and take a concubine? ”

Di Qingsu wiped his eyes. But the people who listened to the story had tears streaming down their faces.

The sweat of the infatuated woman's heart.

Zhuo Wenjun did not hesitate, and immediately put pen to paper under the thirteen-character family letter, tremblingly wrote:

After a farewell, the two places are lovesick, talking about March and April, but who knows that it is five or six years, the seven strings are not played, the eight lines of the book can not be passed on, the nine links are broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion I want to wear. All kinds of resentment, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of helplessness to resent;

Thousands of words are endless, boring and ten railings, heavy nine climb high to see the lonely goose, the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the moon is not round in July, the incense is half burned in July and the candle asks the sky, and everyone shakes the fan in June I am cold. In May, the pomegranate flowers are like fire and meet the cold rain to water the flowers, the loquat is yellow in April, I want to be upset in the mirror, the peach blossoms in March are flowing with the water, and the kite string is broken in February.

The Yaoqin we beat together, I seem to still be able to hear "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" lingering in my ears, and the sound of the piano has not passed away, and my heart is cold.

In vain, I am a confidant, and I am happy to know heroes, but I am like a man in the world, and my life is the same in ancient and modern times.

God, Zhuo Wenjun only asks for people with one heart, and he can't live up to it, but why is it so difficult!

Zhuo Wenjun smashed Yaoqin to the ground fiercely, Zhu Xian was broken, and the mirror was missing.

Sima Xiangru received Zhuo Wenjun's reply and suddenly woke up, hating his own insolence, hating himself for being sorry for his infatuated wife. So he immediately returned to his hometown, confessed his mistake to Zhuo Wenjun, and went to Chang'an together, never mentioning the matter of concubines again, and treating Zhuo Wenjun wholeheartedly.

This is the story of a talented and beautiful woman. They each left behind classic poems that have been passed down for centuries, Sima Xiangru's "Zi Xufu" and the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", and Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin". That digital poem has been admired by later generations.

Their story is over, but each of us is still going on.

For the sake of the love in our hearts, we even cross our own bottom line to love someone with all our might, and ignore ourselves, forgetting that it is ourselves who need to love the most.

At the same time, I also share a love for myself, make a beautiful dress, buy a luxurious jewelry, and add a touch of floral fragrance to my hair, even if the years have passed and my face is old, but the wind and clouds still exist, I have my own style and bones, and I am confident and proud.

In this Lingbo Continent, there are many parents who don't let their girls go to school, saying what books do girls read and what kind of words do they know? In the end, it's not about getting married, it's about husband and children at home, and it's almost not laundry and cooking, so why bother?

But have you ever thought that even if she still falls into the cumbersome in the end, she washes away the lead, the same ordinary but extraordinary state of mind, the same family has a different mood, and the same offspring have different qualities. Girls should go to school. Women should be like Zhuo Wenjun. ”

Di Qingsu plucked the strings without waiting for anyone to ask, and his voice was low and slow: "Maybe each of us really loved each other at the beginning, and the promises we gave were all from the bottom of our hearts. It's just that time has worn away the passion, the years have taken away the love, life has finally returned to peace, and in the vicissitudes of life, our communication has become less and less, and even more and more strange, so there is a betrayal.

In the face of betrayal, women can only choose to forbear, because it is jealousy, and they have committed seven rules, who understands that behind that jealousy is love.

Women forbear, because as long as they are abandoned, no matter what the reason, women will be ridiculed, regarded as a laughing stock of shame, a model of unchastity and uncleanness, and who has ever paid attention to it, and who has ever felt sorry for the heart that wept all night, and the eyes that were incompatible all night were full of sadness and unwillingness, and shed blood, tears and despair.

It's not easy to be a man who stands up to the sky, but it's even more difficult to be a woman, and it's even more difficult to be the woman behind a man who stands up to the sky. This song "The Promise of Love" wishes every couple to be able to hold the hand of their son and grow old with him.