In the early spring of that year, a snowfall in the south of the Yangtze River covered the green tiles and the wintersweet weighed down the branches. He glanced at her through the steam on the tea table and said nothing.
Later she realized that there were thousands of mountains and rivers in that glance.
She thought he was just the taciturn eldest grandson of the Gu family, the one she should call "eldest brother". Little did he know that he left home at the age of fifteen, started his own business at the age of twenty, and returned at the age of twenty-nine. The road he traveled over the years ended with her.
Snow doesn't fall often in the south of the Yangtze River, but every time it falls, it falls on the tenderest years between him and her.
"New fermented wine from green ants, small red clay stove."
The snow is falling in the south of the Yangtze River, can I have a drink?
The story of Lin Wanyi and Gu Chengze.
Intention: growth, love