When she was fifteen years old, Xu Muyu escaped from the mountains and returned home to Jiangcheng for her dead mother.
There is a pink bedroom at home that has been vacant for eighteen years. There is an old locust tree in the yard with the word "Wang Shu" engraved on it, and a young man named Jiang Yue lives next door. She went to the high school where her mother had attended, sat on the desk where her mother had sat, and walked along the embankment where her mother had walked. Days passed day by day, making up classes, taking exams, writing letters, eating wontons, and watching gardenias bloom - just like the youth that an ordinary girl should have.
But the shadow under the locust tree never caught up.
In this story, she lived for many years...
