On a stormy night forty years ago, Su Niannian fled in haste after her father was framed by Zhao Guoqiang, leaving behind the ocarina and eraser given to her by Cheng Yanqiu. Forty years later, the critically ill architect Cheng Yanqiu reunites with her, carrying half an eraser stained with incriminating ink. Together, they uncover a steel scandal buried beneath the broken stele at the Earth God Temple. When clues from a childhood sweetheart point to the bloodied rope used to strangle an elder brother, and the ocarina's sound pattern activates the key to a lock, evidence of crimes spanning two generations and crossing the boundary between life and death converges in court. In the wutong-lined alley on a late-autumn day, Cheng Yanqiu, her white hair restored to black, clasps Su Niannian's hand and carves "SN+CYQ" into the rings of a young locust tree. At last, time turns amber and seals away the bloodstained dust.
The copywriting is concise and concise, and can quickly gain insight into psychological advantages. Targeting the age accurately, whether they are young people who pursue trends, elders who value quality, or innocent children, they are all properly cared for, fully demonstrating the inclusive nature of the world. It cleverly touches the readers' heartstrings and inspires strong emotional resonance. It stimulates readers' desire for exploration to a great extent.
"Green Plum Locks in Late Autumn" is a suspenseful epic tempered by forty years of blood and tears. The ink stain on half a piece of eraser burned out the evidence of guilt under the ultraviolet light of the courtroom. The mournful cry of the celadon ocarina activated the brother-killing recording in the lock plate. The word "An" on the ruined stele of the Tutu Temple was finally completed by the silver lock. The author weaves rubber, ocarina, red rope and other tokens into precision gears. When Cheng Yanqiu screamed the word "An" on the rusty chain rack, when Zhao Guoqiang committed suicide in the shadow of thousands of crimes on the glass curtain wall, all the physical evidence completed an epic closed loop in the trial seat - the ink stains were developed, the voiceprint was unlocked, and the broken monument was returned to its place. Green plum blossoms are finally locked in late autumn, not only locking up the blood debt spanning two generations, but also locking up the rubber wedding rings filled with pictures in Cheng Yanqiu's medical records, echoing the echoes of the years in the ocarina of the rocking chair in his old age. The nirvana of old things becomes a blade, finally cutting off the rusty locks of the times.
Good. There is plot and depth.