"Yesterday's Ferry"
The youth of Shen Yan and Su Wan were stranded in Laodukou, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. When he was eighteen years old, the awning boat carried Su Wan's luggage away. Shen Yan clutched the blue and white porcelain pieces she left behind and stood at the dock watching the sunset. The river flowed over the stone steps, like an unspoken farewell.
In the next ten years, the sails of the old ferry were changed again and again. Shen Yan guarded the ancestral pen and ink shop and painted the morning fog and dusk of the ferry on rice paper. Su Wan's shadow was hidden in every stroke. Su Wan, who was far away, was always stroking the pieces of porcelain late at night, thinking of the young man who broke willows for her at the ferry.
When the yellowed ticket appeared in Shen Yan's pen and ink shop, and the blue and white porcelain pieces overlapped with the lines on the ticket, they understood: some concerns will never be diluted by the river of time.
