[Old Dreams of the Republic of China·Trouble in the Deep House·Twins' Divorce]
In the grass in the back garden of Xie's house, eight-year-old Zi Rong always rolled into "little briquettes". Only her grandfather smiled and wiped her face and put on a new shirt. But on the rainy night when the white lanterns were hung, Grandpa became a wisp of smoke on the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall, leaving her with a message: "Rong'er, guard this home for Grandpa."
Ten years later, things took a turn for the worse. Her mother pushed a cold young man in front of her: "His name is Qing Feng, your new playmate."
Little did she know that this "son of the patriarch" was actually a lone wolf with a blood feud and had sneaked into the deep house with a conspiracy. When the ancestral hall undergoes a sudden change, corpses float in the lotus pond, and the account books are stained with blood... She is forced to tear away her innocence and go through the bloody storm with him.
He taught her how to read the edges under the frosting, and she used a bowl of warm porridge to iron the scars all over his body. Embracing each other in the bloody dawn, they could not escape the torrent of the times after all - the iron hooves of land reform crushed the wealthy family. He turned and walked towards the smoke of the new world, leaving her alone to guard her withered hometown.
"Grandpa, are the pine nut candies in heaven sweet?"
"Qingfeng, it's too cold to leave the mountains and rivers..."
The old dream is mottled, except for a silent murmur beside the carved window lattice: "Old friend of mountains and rivers, I miss you."
I really want to see the next one