Scrawled, written casually
No writing, just a fisherman
Introduction to the novel "Sugar Melts in the City Evening"
A heavy rain always carries the fragrance of cinnamon. The moment a black umbrella was handed to her, it was like a seed fell in her life. It took root, but before it could bloom, it was silenced by a cold rain. Some people left behind engraved pens and said they would wait until the courtyard was filled with laurels, while others turned around and jumped into the fog, leaving only a farewell message, leaving her guessing for half her life.
Later, we met again in the light and shadow of the glass curtain wall. There was an unspoken meaning hidden in his eyes. He always touched old things, as if he was awakening something, but also as if he was covering something up. Warm porridge, osmanthus trees, and late-night lamps formed a familiar web little by little, but when she was about to reach out, she was torn to pieces by an accident.
She walked away, turned to a certain page in a foreign bookstore, and suddenly burst into tears, but she didn't know why. He stayed behind, guarding the locked cabinet and Nian Nian Qiu Gui, hiding his thoughts in his name, and no one dared to ask.
Until a dream in her later years broke open the gap in her memory. She traveled all over her hometown and only found a tombstone with eight characters on it. It was as light as the wind, but so heavy that it had weighed on her for half her life...
Concept: A bit boring story