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After parting from her husband, the hearts of people separated from each other are hanging and missing each other. At that time, I just said that I had been separated for several months. Who knows that we haven't met again after five or six years. I don't even have the heart to speak the lyre, and I can't send the letter. Nine-ring chain breaks from it. I often look forward to my husband's return in Shiliting, and look through my eyes. After thinking so much, I can only blame my husband.
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The news of Sima Xiangru's marriage change is that he wants to marry a concubine. Zhuo Wenjun sent someone to ask, but what he didn't expect was a letter with thirteen numbers "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, hundred, thousand and ten thousand". Wen Jun read the letter again and again to understand her husband's meaning. There is no "billion" in the number, which means there is no "meaning" for her. Zhuo Wenjun was sad and resentful, so he immediately wrote back and asked someone to bring it back.
Sima Xiangru read this poem with numbers several times in a row, and the more he read it, the more ashamed he felt, and the more sorry he felt for his spoony wife. Finally, I personally returned to my hometown and took Wen Jun to Chang 'an.