Qin Jiaren, the last ancient silver foil craftsman in Yongning City, inherited her ancestral skills and guarded the Qin family's century-old silver shop. Seventeen years ago, Wang Shan, the son of an aristocratic family, came to the workshop to study art for three months. She was twelve and he was fifteen. At an age when handing over tools would make him blush for three days, he left without even leaving a word of farewell. Since then, someone has sent silver ingots anonymously every year, with a small word "" engraved on the bottom of each ingot. She has collected them for seventeen years and accumulated a box of silver ingots, but she never dared to ask "What do you mean?"
Beating the silver foil is like a matter of thought: if you beat it too hard, it will become stiff and stiff; if you beat it gently and evenly, it will be thin and transparent; if it is too loose, it will break and become shapeless. Moisture will corrode the silver billet and cause it to be mottled. Uneven foiling will cause the unevenness of the concave and convex surfaces. If the stacking and hammering are disordered, the appearance will be incomplete. She guarded this craft, and guarded the hidden thoughts of her youth. She hammered it for seventeen years, hammering her entire girlhood into millions of pieces of silver foil.
When he reappeared seventeen years later, she discovered that what he had sent over those years was not just money - every ingot was an unspoken "I am". But he has a wife, children and dignity, she has a silver shop, craftsmanship and a wall of loneliness. No one can take that step despite family background and time. When the silver shop was destroyed, the silver billet was tainted, and someone deliberately wanted to break them up, the two-way secret love that had been hidden for seventeen years was finally revealed in the moonlight after many hardships.
Thin silver foil can embellish the elegance of the world, but shallow thoughts cannot withstand the beating of time. The timidity of youth resulted in half a lifetime of missed opportunities, but luckily - silver foil can be remelted if broken, and people can meet again if they miss it.
