A stolen honor cost her her childhood.
In the first grade of elementary school, prodigy Brother Xiaoyu broke into Nana's world like a beam of light.
He is smart and proud, but he is left-handed and has the neatest handwriting in the class. His singing voice is as clear as a mountain stream. From the palms that rubbed her frostbite in winter to the blossoming rain of flowers in the orchard in summer, the two hearts quietly came closer to each other in this Jiangnan town soaked by time.
He was once the brilliant captain who stood on the podium, and once announced to everyone: "I will come back to marry you when I grow up."
When he personally read out her name in front of the whole school for the city-level honor that should have belonged to him, the gears of fate began to misalign. After that summer of fifth grade, the boy in white who had amazed her throughout her childhood completely disappeared from her world without saying goodbye. All that is left is an abruptly terminated promise, a tacit silence of the family, and a girl standing at a crossroads in life, facing the huge loss and silent storm alone.
Where did he go? Why leave? Is that honor a gift or a curse? And when the mist of childhood clears, what is quietly disintegrating under the base of the seemingly indestructible home behind her?
All the answers are hidden in the depths of time, at the end of the Wuyue stone road filled with water vapor.
Turning to [Childhood], this is the beginning of all stories and the reason for all waiting.
The whole story is a book of memories spanning half a lifetime, about hometown, family, love and fulfillment. Here are the clarity of childhood, the dull pain of growing up, the melancholy of parting, and finally the gentle reconciliation with fate and self. Open it, walk into the place where this story begins, and witness how a woman spent her whole life experiencing the arrival of all the answers and writing a love letter to the years.
Intention: At the beginning of life, I met the most amazing person, had the most beautiful dream, and left the most painful injury. For the rest of my life, I searched for answers through recollection and inquiry. It turned out that it was those first lights that illuminated all those who were lost later on, which I desperately wanted to go back to.
