Deep in the old alleys of Jiangnan, there is an old house called "Shiyanzhai". Moss climbs the walls, the fragrance of ink lingers, and there lives a cool and calm restorer of ancient books.
He is Lu Shiyan, guarding the old wounds and keeping company with ancient books and plants. A fire burned out all the light in his life when he was ten years old. From then on, he sealed himself in absolute silence - until the girl holding the camera pushed open his ajar door.
She is Su Wan, a nature education blogger, who came here to take a photo of a Findra rose bush. What she didn't know was that when this cold and distant man looked at the flames, a flash of fear would flash in his eyes; she didn't even know that the rose-patterned copper key on the wall locked a past that was swallowed up by the flames.
She used pressed dried leaves to teach him to see the thread of life, and he used a handwritten "Paper and Ink Notes" to exchange for the light in her eyes. From the rice cakes delivered in the fog to the silent protection during illness, from one person's Shiyanzhai to the "Qixin" built by a group of people - they use the slowest way to get closer to each other inch by inch, and heal the past bit by bit.
It wasn't until the girl who had been involved in his childhood suddenly appeared, and until the secret that had been sealed for twenty years was finally revealed - that she understood that the deepest love required traveling through the most painful past.
He said: "As long as I can marry you, anything will be fine."
"We take our time, spring will come," she said.
This is a story about healing, companionship and tender love.
The rose may wither, but not the one forged in gold. Just like his feelings for her started from the first meeting and lasted for the rest of his life.
Concept: The core concept of this article is "slow healing" and "two-way redemption".
Lu Shiyan's trauma originated from the fire when he was ten years old - he survived, but his mother was killed in the flames. For the next twenty years, he lived in fear of the flames and survivor's guilt, sealing himself in silence and repairing his broken heart over and over again by restoring ancient books.
Su Wan's trauma stems from her family of origin - her parents' weak marriage made her both long for and fearful of intimate relationships. She is afraid of being replaced, and she is afraid that after she devotes herself wholeheartedly, she will find that she is not the "only one" in the other person's heart.
Two injured people met deep in the old alley of Jiangnan.
He treats feelings with the patience of repairing ancient books - not impatient, and approaches along her texture; she captures his needs with the keenness of observing vegetation - without questioning, only sharing and companionship, warming his frozen heart little by little.
What this story wants to say is: love is not about saving, but about standing side by side. It's not who pulls the other out of the abyss, but two people holding hands and slowly walking out together.
Those children who carry the trauma of their original families, those who are burned by the past and dare not love anymore - I hope you believe that there is always someone willing to get close to you at the slowest pace and heal you in the clumsiest way.
I hope you believe that spring will always come.