The alarm clock is at four o'clock in the morning, I drink coffee until my heart palpitates, and I still can't figure out geometry after turning over the wrong question book. I thought I had reached a dead end just like my mother. Until I opened my grandma's rattan box and saw the indigo map: it turns out that there are some roads that are never in the textbooks.
Before my mother jumped from the 17th floor, she didn't take the rattan box with her. The road guide cloth at the bottom of the box is embroidered with the "life path" passed down from generation to generation by Yaoshan women - not marking official roads, only recording wild paths. There is a disappearing female script hidden in the stitches. I relied on this piece of cloth to get out of the desperate situation of the college entrance examination, but I discovered in college: the last words my mother wrote in female handwriting before she was alive were addressed to me. And she learned this kind of writing to tell me: there are some roads that are not in the textbooks, but the grandmothers have already embroidered them.
Concept: There is more than one single-plank bridge in the world