The Snow Has Not Disappeared in the Alley

The honey brewed when the locust flowers fall, and the letters written when the plum blossoms bloom, hide the unfinished endings of two generations. At the locust flower banquet in the old alley, Shen Yan opened the diary of his grandfather A Yan, and every line was full of concern for the north; Lu Ye found an old faded photo, and the distance between Master Shen and A Yan was half a foot, like an unhealed scar. They went south with a jar of locust honey, found unfinished letters in the brick cracks of Tingxue Fang, and dug out unpickled plums under the loquat tree - it turns out that those promises trapped in time are never the end. On the way forward, I have to touch the plum branches in the south for A Yan, and connect the northern and southern branches of the double plum blossom map, so that the hands across the world can truly join hands in the new story. After all, all the words that have not been said and the road that has not been walked will eventually be slowly stretched in the fragrance of plum blossoms and the sweetness of Sophora japonica, until regrets fall to the ground and warmth takes root. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.