[Republic of China+Pure Love+Group Portrait+First Person Perspective
Wait until you understand my metaphor.
The twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China.
Lin Yan was sixteen years old that year and had just lost his mother. He locked himself in the house and refused to go out. In March, when the locust trees were just sprouting, her second uncle pushed her into Guanghe Building.
Then there was that look.
The person on the stage is wearing fish scale armor, she is Yu Ji. He came out after taking off his makeup and glanced in her direction. Just one glance, like a spirit, easily took away all her thoughts.
Later she learned that his name was Shen Yangsheng, an orphan, and a former opera trouper. He didn't know a few words, but his eyes were so bright that people couldn't forget him.
In the season when the scent of locust trees overflows, there is one more person in their group. Fang Yuting is quick-tongued and hot-hearted, Song Peiyao is quiet and intellectual, Gu Weijun is hot-blooded and reckless, Cheng Mubai is gentle and knowledgeable, and there is also a river and a boat in Nanyang. The six people grew up together and ran around in the alley for ten years. Now there is Shen Yangsheng, who always smiles lightly and has bright eyes.
At that time, I always thought that a moment is eternity. The love between children and the love between family and country are closely woven together by every passionate or lingering oath. The days seemed to go on like this forever.
But the Marco Polo Bridge rang.
Many years later, when someone asks, will you still remember——
In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, the group of teenagers under the locust tree.
