[The old house is locked in a deep courtyard for life, she is holding on to the gold, but it cannot warm half of her heart]
On the day Shen Jiuzhi married into the Jiang family, the incense from the sesame oil shop was still entangled in the corners of her clothes.
Her mother-in-law gave her a gold bracelet, which was so heavy that it weighed on her wrist: "A woman can only hold on to gold by holding on to gold."
She believed it.
In order to keep the bracelet and the words on the land deed, she forced her son to marry a merchant girl, pushed her daughter into the den of the owner of the silk and satin shop, and kept the man who had read poetry to her far away at the end of the rain alley.
In the opium den, my son huddled up in a ball, his smoking gun burning through his blue cloth jacket: "Mom, what I want is not gold..."
Outside the woodshed, half of my daughter's face was swollen and blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth: "Are you really happy guarding these scraps of metal?"
It wasn't until the pear blossoms in the empty house filled the broken walls and she touched the polished gold bracelet on her wrist that she vaguely remembered——
The moon I saw at the sesame oil shop was warmer than all gold.
[The gold bracelet locks the wrist, and the old house locks the soul. After being trapped for a lifetime, she understands that the person who should be held tightly is the person who can hurt and laugh]
