Shen Qingjia lives up to her name - like a newly born Jia Jia by the water, slender, quiet, and even inconspicuous.
An orphan girl lives next to the Shen family in Suzhou, guarding two dilapidated old houses and a garden near the water. There are always fine scratches on the fingertips, and the eyes are calm and light amber. Her clan members treat her like a piece of grass, her clan uncle covets her real estate, rumors are like knives, and there are guests in the dark night. She just sat in front of the window, lit by a solitary lamp, and weaved her rhymes leisurely.
He said: "Have you ever seen Jian Jia? She is quiet on weekdays, but when a storm comes, the strongest tree is always the first to be broken. Jian Jia can straighten up again when she bends. That's the kind of person she is."
Xiao Muzhi, the youngest son of the then Imperial Tutor, was now a prostitute of the Han Dynasty. As clear as bamboo and as gentle as jade, he was as clumsy as a child in front of her - he secretly learned to weave jiajia, just to give her a crooked little grasshopper; he "happened" to pass by her shop every day, just to take a look at her profile with her head bowed as she knitted; he stood in front of her when she was in danger, but he said lightly: "I happened to learn it for a few days."
He said: "She is Jian Jia, not a vine. Jian Jia does not need to be attached. She only needs someone to move the stones away from where she takes root."
From a startling glance in the rain alley of Suzhou, to passing by each other on the streets of Beijing; from dismantling the basket to defeat the enemy on a rainy night, to the first hug in a dark alley; from the many obstacles due to family status, to the open and secret arrows in the court - they have always stood side by side, like Jian Jia and Xiuzhu, each taking root, each growing, and supporting each other in the wind and rain, perfecting each other.
She said: "Although the rock is stable, it is afraid of running water; although the jianja is soft, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows."
He said: "You are like a bamboo, and I am like a bamboo, and together we grow toward the spring breeze.
Concept: Jia Jia and bamboo, facing the spring breeze together.
