This is a story in which "those who understand are sad, and those who don't understand are even more sad later".
In Shanghai in the 1930s, the leaves of the sycamore trees in the French Concession were falling and growing every year, and the neon lights were shining on the Huangpu River. They looked beautiful, but they had no roots.
An Rujun, the wife of a Nanjing governor, married a well-matched man and lived a quiet and comfortable life until she met Fu Yichen at a dance in Shanghai.
A silent soldier who didn't speak much, but every time An Rujun turned around, he happened to be standing where she could see him.
She knew it was the abyss. She jumped anyway.
Shen Baoying, a girl from Yixing, drinks orange soda without ice, wears a fake jasmine flower on her collar, and has a pear dimple in her smile. She is a bit earthy no matter what the occasion, but she overshadows the Shanghai ladies who have seen delicacies from the mountains and seas.
Ye Shouzhen, the owner of Yixing Farm, went to the city to do business and met her at Paramount - one was too stupid and the other was too strong, and they couldn't live without her.
Shen Bixiao opened the folded beige letter in her husband's coat pocket, and there were two words at the end: Mon amour.
Three destinies intersect in Shanghai, supporting each other and witnessing each other - one of them becomes tighter and tighter until it can no longer be stretched.
"Jin Se", the Republic of China version of "Anna Karenina", a million words written in two parallel lines.
One direction is to collapse, and the other is to stay together.
From Shanghai to Nanjing, from the French Concession to the rice fields of Yixing, from Paramount to the platform.
Some people, once you get to know them, can't look back.
