The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

Ever since Brother Lingxiao passed away, my life has been filled with busyness. There's a myriad of household chores that I need to meticulously manage. From sweeping the yard in the morning to preparing meals in the evening, I don't dare slack off in any of them. And teaching the family needlework class is a crucial part of my daily routine.

I stood at the front of the needlework classroom, facing young faces brimming with anticipation. Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the windows, gently illuminating the colorful threads and pristine white fabric. I began with the most basic needlework, my fingers gripping the embroidery needle as I demonstrated how to thread the thread smoothly through the fabric, how to create fine, even stitches. The girls watched intently, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and a thirst for learning. As they began to experiment on their own, I patiently walked beside them, gently correcting their form and technique. Watching them gradually become proficient, from quirky lines to delicate floral designs, I felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment. This feeling flowed gently through my heart like a trickle, nourishing the loneliness I felt as I waited for Brother Lingxiao's return.

Yet, every time night slowly descends like a sheet of black silk, enveloping the entire world, longing washes over me like a tide. I involuntarily wander into the courtyard and gaze up at the vast starry sky. The stars twinkle with a faint yet steadfast light, just like the image of Brother Ling Xiao in my heart. I know that far away, he is striving for our shared future on an uncertain journey. The night breeze, slightly cool, ruffles my hair, and I silently pray for his safety.

Months slipped by in a whirlwind of busyness and longing, until finally, I received a letter from Brother Lingxiao. The note felt like a thousand pounds in my hand, and I opened it with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The handwriting was strong and powerful, and I could almost see the concentration in his expression as he wrote. He told me that the journey had been arduous, but that he had relied on his martial arts skills and wisdom to successfully escort the goods to their destination. He described the distant city in detail, describing its bustling market, its dazzling array of goods, and the vibrant atmosphere of people of all colors and accents. He also recounted the challenges of establishing a partnership with the local merchants, noting that they had encountered many disagreements while negotiating the details, but that he remained patient and sincere, ultimately reaching a consensus. His words were filled with excitement and pride for these experiences, and he described them as a sharpening stone, further solidifying his resolve to create a better life for us.

As time went by, the escort agency's business grew busier, like a tree thriving in spring. Brother Lingxiao's responsibilities within the agency grew heavier. He was like the helmsman of a ship navigating the seas of commerce, guiding the agency's development. Despite his busy schedule, he never forgot to write to me. Each letter was an expression of his longing and concern for me. He would recount the various situations he encountered while escorting the goods. Sometimes he encountered a cunning bandit whose traps he and his escorts skillfully circumvented. Sometimes he would pass by a breathtaking landscape, describing its picturesque beauty as if wanting me to experience that beauty through his words. And every time I received a letter, I would read it over and over again. Those words were like his warm hands, gently caressing my heart, filled with longing for him.

During this time, I didn't let my time go to waste. Besides continuing to teach the family needlework class, I began to dabble in the management of the family business. A family business is like a vast and complex machine; every component requires meticulous care to keep it running smoothly. I gained a deep understanding of all aspects of the family's business, from cultivating and harvesting the land to operating the family shop and its merchandise flow. I discussed with my elders and brothers how to increase farm yields. We researched new farming methods and experimented with introducing high-quality crop varieties suited to the local soil and climate. Regarding shop management, I monitored market demand and suggested adjustments to product offerings and pricing strategies. Through my wisdom and hard work, I gradually left my mark on the family business, contributing to its prosperity.

Finally, on a spring day, the sun shone brightly, like a golden veil covering the earth. I was in the courtyard, sorting freshly picked flowers, when I heard the familiar sound of horse hooves outside the door. The sound approached from afar, and my heartbeat quickened. I set down the flowers and hurried to the door. Tears instantly blurred my eyes as I saw the familiar figure of Brother Lingxiao. He dismounted and strode towards me, dusty from his journey, yet also exuding a maturity and composure that comes from years of experience. We embraced tightly, as if to immerse ourselves in the longing for our separation. His warmth radiated through my clothes, a warmth and a solid strength that made me feel he had truly returned.

Since then, our lives have been like a colorful scroll, becoming more fulfilling and blissful. Brother Lingxiao continues to play a pivotal role in the escort agency, his decision-making and leadership skills contributing to its growing reputation among its peers. My position within the family has also grown in importance, with my suggestions and management style gaining recognition and respect from even more family members. We are like two horses running side by side, striving for the prosperity of our family and our own happiness.

However, along the way, we've also encountered numerous difficulties and challenges. Market fluctuations can be as sudden as a storm, impacting both the escort agency's business and the family's. Disagreements and conflicts occasionally arise within the family, requiring us to coordinate and resolve them. But no matter what, we remain close together, supporting each other. We're like two vines tightly intertwined, weathering the storms together. We know that as long as we walk hand in hand, like two beacons lighting each other in the darkness, nothing can stop us from moving forward.

This is our married life, like a melodious melody, filled with sweetness, warmth, and hope. We are confident that in the days ahead, like industrious bees, we will continue to create more beautiful memories together, spending every spring, summer, autumn, and winter together, and let our life story, like a jar of fine wine, become more fragrant with the passage of time.