After the tea party on Xiafei Road, Wang Xitang's heart was like a sugar cube dropped into the unstirred cup of black tea, causing throbbing ripples in circles.
Su Yun, the second young lady of the Su family, was like a book with an elegant binding but tightly closed pages, giving her an unprecedented desire to read.
This desire is mixed with a secret "inferiority".
Wang Xitang grew up hearing that "study is too hard, not as good as her parents". Her family doted on her and allowed her to do whatever she wanted, but she didn't study seriously for a few years. She was good at calculating accounts, could see through the quality of silk and satin at a glance, and was quite comfortable in social situations, but Su Yun's poetic spirit soaked in the fragrance of ink was something she had never possessed, and she had never been so eager to get close to.
Meeting, knowing each other, falling in love, and staying together, their love has long transcended romance and merged into the common goal, mutual support, and vague but stubborn belief in the future. It is as deep as the southern night and as tough as the brocade-like future they are weaving. The real fire is not always a blazing flame. Sometimes, it is just the hands of two people intertwined in the dark, and the glimmer of light in their eyes that never goes out.
Tell the story of my two grandmothers in the past from the first-person perspective of "I".
Intention: acquaintance, knowing each other, falling in love, staying together, feelings of family and country