She died in a distant future and woke up in a ridiculous past.
In 1953, in the body of three-year-old Shen Sangyu, a soul that did not belong to this era awakened.
Sangyu is quiet and distant, like a narcissus that strays into a wheat field.
She is not the kind of cool heroine who fights for the best, but an observer who perseveres in silence and uses knowledge to resist absurdity.
She knew the famine would end, and she knew that wilder storms were gathering on the horizon.
She can read the Russian poems hidden by her mother, but must remain silent about the slogans in class.
She missed the future city of glass and steel, but she had to learn how to survive and—how to love—under the loess walls and kerosene lamps.
Until that summer, a boy named Ming Yue broke into her world with the sunshine of the provincial capital and the shadow of "overseas relations".
Their "secret garden" is the swaying kerosene lamp in the cellar, the exchange of forbidden books and English words, and the unknown whispered conversations about stars and poetry on the field ridge.
However, no one can be spared as the great wheel of time rolls over.
When the violent wind of history finally swept in without reservation, criticism, house confiscation, separation, and tests of life and death followed one after another...
How can those two children, who rely on each other and books for warmth, protect everything they hold dear?
Can the dim light in the cellar illuminate the uncertain road ahead?
Can the emotion that grows in taboos and is tempered in adversity penetrate the long night and wait until the spring when the ice and snow melts?
This is a story about how the "dislocated" managed to sneak a little light and dignity for themselves and their loved ones in the cracks of history.
This is a story about knowledge, love, protection and waiting.
Behind the grand historical narrative, let us follow Sang Yu and Ming Yue to see how they wrote love poems under the slogans, built gardens amidst the turmoil, and lived stubbornly and tenderly as human beings in the face of a fate destined to be turbulent.
If you believe that some glimmers of light can penetrate the deepest night; if you are curious about how specific individuals love, think and persevere with dignity behind the grand narrative of history——
So, welcome to Shenjia Village in 1956
Purpose: Strengthen yourself and continue to grow