Everyone in the village says Liu He is cursed with bad luck, like a beautiful flower planted in a rock. Chen Qingshan really is like a rock: hard, cold, and half-deaf.
Yet this very rock blocks the drafty wall on stormy nights and finds life-saving grain during years of famine. With hands covered in calluses, he chews up and swallows every hardship, carefully placing every little bit of sweetness before her.
From a leaky stone hut to a grand house with five rooms, from having nothing to a home full of children and grandchildren. With their own hands, they turn bitter days sweet and hold up their storm-tossed home with quiet love.
No golden finger, just a special tenderness amid simple meals, and a lifetime of steady devotion.
“Qingshan stands silent, flourishing and fading year after year; the ears of grain bow low, passed down from generation to generation.”
The title of the book is complex, relatively realistic, and nothing too weird.
I've finished reading it, I don't know if there will be any follow-up