In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, Shaoxing, Jiangnan. Shen Zhiwan, the eldest daughter of the Shen family, is gentle and quiet, and lives in seclusion. One day, Gu Yanchen, the eldest son of the Gu family, a family friend, came back from Peiping and came to visit. He was upright and calm, and she smiled slightly and lowered her eyebrows. They reunited with an old acquaintance from their childhood, and their feelings secretly arose.
Since then, letters have been sent between the two places and wild geese have been exchanged. Her embroidered handkerchief was embroidered with the words "We are of the same heart but separated, and we end up in sorrow." After reading it, he took the train back to Jiangnan in the rain all night, and said frankly in front of her parents, "I'm here to propose marriage." In front of the flowers and under the moon, the two of them made a promise to each other, the Shen family agreed, and the little date was approaching.
Unexpectedly, the wind blows up Qingping. A radical young man named Lin Huaiyuan once came to the Shen family to deliver books. Shen Zhiwan only peeked at a few of his articles, and rumors spread throughout the city like wildfire - "The eldest daughter of the Shen family has an affair with a radical and is uneasy at home." In the old-style family, reputation is the most important thing. Mrs. Gu's wife came to question her. Although Shen Zhiwan told the truth, rumors had already penetrated into the foundation of the marriage.
Gu Yanchen wrote a letter from Peiping, and he said firmly: "I believe in you, wait for me to come back." Shen Zhiwan clutched the letter and leaned against the window every day to wait. But she didn't wait for him, only a handwritten letter from Gu Mingyuan sent by the Gu family's housekeeper.
After reading the letter, my father turned pale and couldn't close the door. The mother wept and said nothing. Shen Zhiwan didn't know what was written in the letter, but he knew that something was broken. The happiness she thought was within reach was suddenly cut off by thousands of clouds and mist. You are nowhere to be seen in the depths of the clouds, but you are in the depths of the clouds. She was at the end of March in the south of the Yangtze River, covered in mist and rain, her eyes full of sadness, waiting for a spring that she didn't know would come back.
The old shadows of the Republic of China are as poignant and poetic.
