A rain of parasol trees soaked the drawings of illustrator Xia Wanxing, and also soaked the suit of Shen Jiachen, a new technological upstart.
Under the warm light of the convenience store, he held up a black umbrella for her. The raindrops dripping from the edge of the umbrella hid the starlight she had never seen before.
She painted the old lady in the old neighborhood making sour plum soup, the grandmother with failing memory on the wicker chair, and used her paintbrush to collect fireworks in the world;
He is in charge of a billion-dollar technology empire and builds a rational fortress in the flood of data, but he locks his childhood picture book in the deepest drawer.
Until the century-old sycamore tree in the rain sheds away family secrets——
On the back of the yellowed photo, the agreement between "Xiaoyu" and "Xiaotang" has been sealed for thirty years;
In a rusty iron box, half a piece of sour plum candy is wrapped in my grandfather's unsent love letter;
And her grandma is holding the quicksand of memory, humming "Jasmine" out of tune...
When the cold rules of the business empire collide with the fireworks in the drawing,
When the fog of Alzheimer swallows up the anchor of blood,
They used love as the pen and memory as the ink to draw the star map of redemption among the thorns——
The first time they met at a convenience store on a rainy night, he protected her in a panic under his umbrella;
In front of the family tree in the family ancestral hall, he cut off the shackles of three generations with his bloody blade;
Beside the lava pool of the nuclear ruins, she embraced the "star seed" and jumped towards the blue light in the center of the earth;
In the Forest of Star Steles in the Sea of Tranquility on the Moon, the roots of mechanical sycamores pierce the eternal night and bloom the flowers of a new era.
