Memory Stromatolite

Name: Memory Stromatolite
Author: Warm Tea And Scholarly Aroma

by Warm Tea And Scholarly Aroma

ongoing Sci-Fi Time & Space Travel Female Lead

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16Kwords6chapters

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Ch. 6 — Rain Gap

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Introduction to the work "Memory Stratified Rock" When the burning pain of the rusty ring tore apart time and space, Su Yanzhi saw himself eighty years ago in the rain of Chenpi Lane. When the woman in cheongsam jumped into the river, the cinnabar mole on her left collarbone overlapped with the one on her neck. The three knife marks on the silver bracelet were bleeding along the scratches of the ring. The wars of the Republic of China, the secrets of the demolition area, and half an inkstone with "Nian'an" engraved on it, formed a fatal puzzle in the rain and fog: the tangerine peel that grandma stuffed before her death contained the ferry ticket, the pocket watch under Lao Zhou's counter said "Don't trust the man in gray", and the scar on the back of the neck of the man who called himself Shen Yanzhou actually fit perfectly with the magnolia gap on the broken porcelain. "When you see this letter, I have been waiting in the river for eighty years." The handwriting on the letter is exactly the same as hers, but every word is poisonous. His grandfather's diary contains the date of her death; Scar Liu Yao's ring contains an evacuation list that can change his fate. Should she believe Shen Yanzhou, whose neck felt hot together with her, or follow the death notice from the past? Every time the rust ring trembles, it peels off a layer of memory, revealing the more turbulent love and hate underneath: it turns out that some waiting can penetrate eighty years of rain, making the wounds of two time and space resonate in the same heartbeat. When the pocket watch turned back to the dock in 1937, she finally saw clearly that what was rising and falling in the river was never a person's shadow, but his obsession hidden in his scars, and the unspoken "Nian'an" she carved on the inkstone.