(The story originates from reality, reality is reality)
Fourteen years, eight Spring Festivals, a silent love that spans time.
In the winter when he was eight years old, Cheng Yi returned to his hometown with his mother's ashes. At the New Year's Eve banquet, she met her brother's best friend Li Chu - a twenty-year-old young man with starry eyes. He squatted down, used tea to write a poem for her on a tissue, and said softly: "The New Year here has roots."
From then on, her year took on a new dimension.
From the age of eight to twenty-two, she watched him graduate, work, and fall in love, growing from a "little one" to a "grown-up" girl in his words. At the age of twelve, he said, "I will marry you when your hair grows to your waist." She believed him and stopped cutting her hair from then on. But on the day when her hair reached her waist, the news of her marriage was waiting for her.
For fourteen years, she hid him in her diary, among letters, and late at night when no one knew about him. Her love is as silent as snow, falling to the ground silently and melting without a trace.
A story about time, loss and reunion.
A fourteen-year long watch with the Spring Festival as the mark.
Love may be late, but the roots deeply rooted in the years will eventually sprout new shoots in some spring.
