A House Full of Locust Trees, Waiting for a World of Perfection
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In the deep courtyard of the old house, the shadows of locust trees dance. A sweet smell mixed with caramel and rust is a unique mark engraved on this old house. Not long after the wedding, my uncle went on a business trip, leaving my confused aunt alone in the empty house. There was a sudden knock on the door in the middle of the night, and my aunt, who was covered in cold sweat, hurriedly broke into my house and revealed a horrifying scene: Sitting at the end of the bed was an old lady whose face could not be seen clearly. An old navy blue coat with skewed patches and a faint sweet smell. That is the grandmother who has passed away long ago, lingering in the old house with her obsession. Scratches on the ceiling, the sound of sewing machines in an empty room, and old fabrics that appear inexplicably on the pillow. A series of strange and strange things happened one after another, uncovering the family's buried obsessions layer by layer. The clumsy stepmother who lacks love, the sensitive and timid young child, and the taciturn head of the family are trapped in this old courtyard, testing and adjusting to each other. It turns out that it was never a ghost, but an old friend who couldn't let go of his worries. An unfinished cuff patch, a gentle warning that was never spoken, and the regrets of our ancestors are passed down from generation to generation. The fragrance of locust flowers falls, and the fragrance of sugar lingers. We finally learn to love and stay with each other in this world of fireworks. Only when the whole family is happy and happy can the old man be willing to say goodbye with peace of mind.
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