She is Shen Yunjin, the fourth generation descendant of "Shen's Embroidery House" in Suzhou. With a pair of plain hands and an embroidery needle, she can embroider flowers and birds with affection, but she cannot keep the century-old family business that is in turmoil.
He is Gu Huaijin, the young owner of the "Meiya Weaving Factory" in Shanghai. He is wearing a suit and an account book. He can calculate the value of every inch of brocade, but he cannot calculate the front edge buried by fate.
In the 1930s, the mist and rain of Suzhou intersected with the neon lights of Shanghai.
With a cold sewing machine and the ambition of "efficiency first", he stepped into her embroidery workshop, hoping for a modern "marriage". She guarded the warm needle and thread and the stubbornness of "the soul is at the fingertips" and rejected him, believing that the machine could never embroider the soul.
An inadvertent recollection revealed an old incident - the little tiger doudou that he had treasured for many years and warmed his entire childhood was actually the last masterpiece embroidered by her mother before she died. A silk thread quietly entwines two hearts under the wisteria flowers.
She followed him to see the roar and speed of the ten-mile foreign market. In the confrontation between sewing machines and embroidery needles, and in the collision between tradition and new trends, love and understanding quietly grew. However, business wars are undercurrent, family friends are involved, and the war clouds of the times are approaching... Persistence and change, inheritance and betrayal, family and personal relationships, all in this confrontation between "needle" and "opportunity", usher in the final choice.
When the war breaks out in Pujiang, should you take your skills and travel far away, or should you stay with your loved ones in your homeland? A double-sided heterochromatic embroidery of "Spring Dawn on the Pujiang River" is a painstaking work. One side shows the hometown of Suzhou that cannot be returned to, and the other side shows the unclear tomorrow of Shanghai.
In these troubled times, is it time that crushes old dreams, or love that mends the mountains?
