In the troubled times of the Republic of China, human lives were like grass and grass, but she decided to plant flowers in these ruins.
Her hands can cut flesh and blood, and they can also hold a ray of golden light invisible to ordinary people - that is the rice bowl rewarded by God, so that she can steal people from the hands of the Lord of Hell.
He didn't have any great skills. He just found someone and waited for her day after day, rain or shine, giving her all his tenderness.
He is the one walking on the darkest road. He carried all the dangers on his shoulders, suppressed all the worries in his heart, and finally turned it into a sentence in a last letter - "Forget me, live well."
There is a big family living in the courtyard of Willow Lane:
The sister I picked up is going to get married.
The silent young man blushed in the blacksmith shop,
The little nephew learned to write his own name,
The newborn baby cried loudly in the fragrance of osmanthus.
Life is poor, the world is in chaos, and the sound of artillery fire from the north is getting closer and closer,
This group of people are still living clumsily and tenaciously beside the stove, in front of the medicine cabinet, and under the operating light.
This is the story of a group of little people struggling to survive in the tide of the times.
There are no heroes, only people who refuse to let go.
There is no miracle, only that little bit of golden light that is as weak as duckweed but cannot be extinguished no matter how hard it is.
