When the sycamore leaves in Nanjing City revived with the bursts of spring rain, Lu Yancheng glimpsed the cracks of intertwined fate in the blue-glazed plum vase in the bookstore. As the legitimate son of a military and political family, he was supposed to be in charge of North China Industry. However, when he entered the military and political circles, he was disgusted with the suffocating power struggle and left Peking to become a professor at Jinling University and a restorer of ancient buildings.
Until I met Tan Yan, who opened a book cafe in the alley of the Financial City. The girl who always mixed "Securities Analysis" and "Long Things". The tips of her hair were stained with the citrus fragrance of Yirgacheffe. The crisp sound of the jade bracelet hitting the Ming-style flower table was more beautiful than the opening sound of all the ancient porcelain he had repaired.
She is a camellia raised in a scholarly family, and her eyes that see through the world are filled with sobriety and tenderness like cold brew. There were many things that she could see through but not tell clearly: one hated troublesome things, the other just didn't care; but the man who regarded her as a book lover walked in unexpectedly, and day after day she decided to take over this troublesome guy and grow old with him.
This is a heartbeat that started from a blue-glazed plum vase. In the warp and weft woven by the fragrance of coffee and the sound of book pages, in the never-ending rainy season in Jinling City, they finally understood: the most exquisite restoration technique is to burn each other's incomplete time into eternal blue and white.
Intention: The heartbeat may be a sudden glance or it may be a long-term love, but the cherishment of souls is what they want