I, a young mainland man living in Hong Kong, entered a mansion in the middle of the mountain due to a hangover and met Shen Qiu, a female collector. She actually collected the diary of my grandmother Lin Manqing during the Anti-Japanese War. Turning over the yellowed pages, the love between a talented girl from Xiamen and a boy from a wealthy family in Nanyang blossomed in the flames of war, and then the jade pendant was broken into two halves under the iron hooves of the Japanese army, and they went their separate ways. I thought the story would end with my grandmother's joys and sorrows, but I discovered that the cloud-patterned jade pendant worn close to my body had already secretly linked the fate of our three generations. My adoptive mother, Chen Yuxia, spent her whole life guarding another love that was crushed by the times: Liang Jianshe, a soldier she fell in love with when an educated youth went to the countryside. They were separated because of their backgrounds and they got married separately. Ten years later, they "accidentally" reunited thousands of miles away. Until he died on the frontline of the rescue, she raised me alone and never spoke a word.
Three pairs of lovers, three eras, a century of joys and sorrows linked together by the same jade pendant. When Shen Qiu put the water-patterned jade pendant in my palm, the dust-laden secret finally surfaced - it turns out that the love of each of us is the continuation of the unfinished story of our ancestors.
Intention: To write about steadfast love, affection for family and country, and light for good