In the first year of Zhenguan, there was a thunder.
Three modern teenagers - Li Chengqian, Fang Yiai, and Changsun Chong, traveled from the Air Force Cemetery in Nanshan, Chongqing to the Tang Dynasty, and became the prince, Fangfu Erlang and the eldest grandson's legitimate son respectively.
Strange times, unknown destiny. They held each other's hands and cried together by the Qujiang Pool, agreeing to have a "tea party" every ten days, and have gone through fifty-eight years of ups and downs hand in hand.
This is a story about growing up:
Li Chengqian grew from a fearful boy to a wise king, promoting reforms in the court;
Fang Yiai guarded the market and teahouses, spoke for the people, and nourished the world with folk power;
Changsun Chong traveled all over the trade routes of the Western Regions, used his wealth to help the poor, and sowed seeds along the thousands of miles of Silk Road.
This is also a story about emotions:
Li Chengqian and Su Wan, from respecting each other as guests to relying on each other for life and death;
Fang Yiai and Du Yunniang met in the market and grew old together;
Changsun Chong stood between Princess Changle and Zheng Wanniang, guarding his responsibility and sincerity.
From the thunder of the first year of Zhenguan to the dusk of Yonghui, they planted seeds one after another in the gaps of history. Those seeds were blown away by the wind, took root on the ground, and eventually grew into towering trees.
When the last boy left, under the city wall of Chang'an City, a child recited the song they had made up:
"Everyone has a field, and if there is water in the field, he is alive. Only when everyone has a field can the world be in harmony."
This is the story of a generation and the story of seeds.
