Among the reeds in the river wetland, Xing Yan is the last craftsman who knows how to lock muscles in ancient ways. With his thumb against the edge of the mat, he threaded the reed strips between his fingers three and a half times - the mat fell apart when loosened, and the reed strips collapsed when tightened. He had practiced this technique for ten years. When I was sixteen, my first love Fang Yu left for Guangdong without saying goodbye, leaving behind a torn mat. Ten years later, Fang Yu, in a suit and tie, returned to Hetan with a construction project and said that he needed handmade reed mats to build a model room. The locking tendons can fix the order of the reed mat, but the human heart cannot fix the rest of their lives together. The two of them learned to approach each other evenly in the humidity of day and night, but if a mat can be dismantled and rewoven, how can the scattered hearts be locked together? When the river beach faces development, whose bedside is the last double bed made of autumn reeds laid on?
