How could she not remember?
Even after six years, that man's familiar handwriting was still imprinted in her heart.
She never forgot.
She held the fan in her hand and said in a choked voice, "How could I not remember? Even if I want to forget him day and night, forget everything about him, be it books or literature, forget everything, but … I can't do it. "
She smiled bitterly.
Helpless.
All these years, she had been studying everywhere because she didn't want to stay in this place with memories.
She didn't even hesitate to burn all of Du Mubai's poems.
So that everything in the past would disappear with the ashes!
But at this time, when she saw Du Mubai's handwriting again, everything was hooked up again.
That feeling was even more uncomfortable than a heartache.
Li Cheng looked at her with heartache.
She didn't know how to say the words in her heart.
In the end, she chose to remain silent.
Li Wenshu's slender fingers gently stroked the surface of the fan and touched the words that had been blurred by the water.
It was as if she could still feel the ups and downs of the strokes on the paper on her fingertips.
As her fingers moved slowly —
Her eyes fell on the poem on the top.
"Come and sleep with me."
She read it softly.
She clenched her fists.
It was a love poem.
"This is …" She looked up and asked Li Cheng, "This fan, where did you get it?"
"This is …" She looked up and asked Li Cheng, "This fan, where did you get it?"
Li Cheng paused for a moment before saying, "A woman's!"
"Su Qiao."
"Su Qiao?"
"Su Qiao?" Li Wenshu tried to search for that person's information in her mind, but to no avail. She asked, "Who is she? Why … is there Mubai's fan? "
Li Cheng said, "She is the victim in the case I am in charge of investigating this time."
"You mean, the person whose head is in the stone?"
"Yes!"
Li Wenshu frowned, "So this poem …"
Before she could finish her words —
Li Cheng continued her words, "I think this love poem was written by Du Mubai for Su Qiao."
Ridiculous!
How could this be possible?
Even if it was a love poem, it should have been written for Li Wenshu.
How could it be written for someone else?
Moreover, Du Mubai only loved one woman in his life, and that was Li Wenshu!
"Are you sure?"
"I … I don't dare to conclude, but if this was written for you, why would it be in the hands of another woman? As for who this woman was? I don't know yet, but I've sent people to Du Mubai's hometown to investigate. There should be news soon. "
After hearing this, Li Wenshu felt an indescribable emotion in her heart.
She slowly put down the fan.
His gaze sank.
He seemed a little adrift.
"Sister?"
"…"
"Along the way, I've been thinking whether I should tell you or not. But I really don't want to keep it from you. "
"…"
"Sister?"
Li Wenshu's eyes moved. "What's the difference if you say it or not?"
He was already dead!
Li Cheng: "I know you trust Du Mubai, and I believe he's a loyal person, but if he really wrote this poem for Su Qiao, then he's lying to you. You've suffered for so many years in vain."
His heart ached.
Li Wenshu forced a smile and held back her tears.
Then, he pushed the fan in front of him to Li Cheng.
He said, "Take it away."
"Sister …"
"I'm a little tired, I want to rest."
Li Cheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he closed his mouth and left with the fan.
As soon as he left, Li Wenshu closed the door and went into the bedroom.
She sat on the edge of the bed for a long time …
Then, she reached under the pillow and took out something.
That was a piece of ivory!
Very exquisite!
The ivory was polished very smooth, and there was a layer of white glaze on it, shining with a beige luster.
This was a gift from Du Mubai!
He had always kept it by her side.
She remembered …
That was six years ago. That day, the weather was the same as today.
It was snowing heavily, and the dense snowflakes covered the entire Gaoding City.
She was embroidering in the pavilion in the courtyard when a young man walked towards her.
He affectionately called her, "Miss Li."
Li Wenshu put down the handkerchief in her hand and looked at the young man.
She saw that the young man was extremely handsome and had the temperament of a scholar. He was wearing a clean robe, and his hair was tied up in a high bun with a long silver buckle. He was holding a few books in his hands, and his whole body exuded a comfortable aura. Because he braved the heavy snow to come here, his head and shoulders were covered with white snow.
At that time, she was the apple of Marquis Pingyang's eye, the eldest daughter of the Li Residence.
Li Mubai was just a disciple of the residence.
The difference in status between the two was huge!
"It's snowing so heavily today. Why did Young Master Du come here?"
"Didn't you say that you wanted to read Zhang Wensheng's' Cong Ji 'last time? I happen to have a few books here, so I brought them for you. "
"Oh?" Li Wenshu was slightly surprised.
Du Mubai put the books in his hands on the stone table and pushed them in front of her.
Li Wenshu picked up a book and flipped through it. "Yes, this is the 'Cong Ji' I was looking for."
"That's good. Take it and read it."
"Thank you, Young Master Du. I will return it to you immediately after I finish reading it."
"No need. You can read it slowly."
Li Wenshu was overjoyed and accepted the book.
Du Mubai said, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
He bowed and turned to leave.
"Wait." Li Wenshu stopped him.
Du Mubai asked, "Is there anything else, Miss Li?"
"It's snowing so heavily. Are you going to walk back like this?"
"It's okay."
Li Wenshu got up and took the umbrella that she put aside and handed it to him. "Use mine."
"How can I do that?"
"You don't have to be polite with me. Take it."
It was hard to persuade her.
Du Mubai reached out to take it. Who knew that their hands would accidentally touch each other.
Li Wenshu's hand was very warm!
Du Mubai's hand was very cold!
At that moment, both of them froze. Their gazes intertwined and they let their hands touch.
It wasn't until the maid of the Li Residence came in with a bowl of ginseng soup that their gazes were interrupted.
When Du Mubai took the umbrella, something fell out of his sleeve.
"Ding dang!"
Li Wenshu looked down and immediately picked it up.
She held it in her hand.
It was a piece of ivory that had been polished very delicately.
It felt very comfortable in her hand!
It was obvious that she liked it very much!
Du Mubai smiled and said, "Miss Li gave me an umbrella today. If you like this ivory, I will give it to you."
"How can I do that?"
She intended to return it.
Du Mubai stopped her and said, "Do you dislike it?"
"Of course not."
"Then please accept it."
Li Wenshu's heart trembled.
Sorry.
Later, she learned that the ivory was left to him by Du Mubai's father.
In the blink of an eye, six years had passed.
…
At this moment, she touched the ivory in her hand as if it was the first time she touched it.
After a long time, she put the ivory back under the pillow.
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