At the Duanqiaoxue gas station in Shibalipu, Jining, the smell of No. 92 Gasoline is always mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms.
Leng Feng, a salesman who had a close relationship, rented her an old house with peach trees in the courtyard, and folded ninety-nine origami hearts for her, but only got the sentence "You have crossed the line." He buries his watch to express his thoughts, like jade burying flowers;
She hides the ring mark on her ring finger, and under the white glove on her left hand is a past that she dares not speak of.
The fireworks of Bawang Cake, the bluestones of Bamboo Canal Lane, and the lotus seed incense of the old canal are entangled with the bonds of four centimeters of hair and 39-yard footprints.
The pull of restraint in modern times, the watch of life and death in the Republic of China, the love between two generations cannot escape the word "waiting"——
During the Republic of China, he said, "I will marry you when I kill ten Japanese." In the troubled times, she waited for this promise for seventy-one years;
But in modern times, she is waiting for the sea in Qingdao, waiting for 99 origami pieces, waiting for all the unspoken scars to be healed by the years, even if the wounds become like plum blossom marks, there is still an unbreakable sadness.
This is a Chinese romance soaked in Jining's regional customs. It is a special love between middle-aged men and women hidden in the world of fireworks. The delicate pull under the interweaving of two lines of narrative is slow but full of stamina.
——"The car can push without oil, but it can't breathe without you."
——"Some love is like peach blossoms falling on engine oil, beautiful and awkward at the same time."
Purpose: Adapt it based on the author's personal experience and emotions, with "waiting" as the core, and write a Chinese romance soaked in Jining's fireworks. It explores emotional regret and restraint across time and space. Although expressing regret is as indelible as a plum blossom mark, it makes every trip more precious.