The rain in the Jiangnan water town always loves to fall lingeringly into the lines of the bluestone slabs, revealing the stories hidden behind the white tiles and walls. Shen Qingyuan grew up in a deep house near the river. He was used to watching his mother's needlework and hearing the singing in the alley, but he always felt that this world could not contain a little joy in his heart. She learned arithmetic from the accountant, secretly hid the anecdotes in the storybook, and quietly lived a different life through her aunt's thoughts. From an ignorant girl to the backbone of her family who holds up half of the world, she meets a scholar who is as gentle as jade, gets acquainted with Jianghu people who enjoy grudges, and also experiences ulterior motives. The green bricks remain the same and the black tiles remain the same as before. Those old things hidden in the wind and moon have become the most precious marks in her life.
