She thought that she was like a wild flower, not afraid when the wind came or the rain came; she should have a high-paying job and a sincere lover in this life.
——At least, that's what she thought before she was eight years old.
He thought he could grow up slowly under the wings of his parents and be happy forever; but when he heard the bad news about the collapse of the mine, he became a dirty child.
——The little bully in the village suddenly became much quieter
"Don't cry, Putao. I'll take you somewhere."
There is only one grape field in Jiangcun, but the poor are not allowed to touch it.
Chen Zhian's pocket is magical, and he can take out grapes and snacks from it every time.
When Xu Putao was 6 years old, his parents took him to Jiangcheng to work.
That year, Chen Zhian was 8 years old and secretly guarded the ferry in Jiangcun, watching her leave.
Ten years later, Xu Putao came back.
Xu's parents wanted to marry her to a worker from out of town.
He spent all his savings and came to ask for marriage.
On a rainy night, two little bitter gourds got married in a hurry.
She felt like she was sick, and there was a hole in her heart that she couldn't fill.
He felt so happy, finally having his own little family
He loves her, but she is too slow
It doesn't matter, he is willing to wait
It was still a rainy night, and his grape left a letter and disappeared.
Jiangcun has changed, with a few more acres of grapevines
Chen Zhian guarded this piece of grapes and never left
One evening, Putao came back
She said: "Chen Zhian, I'm back. Are the grapes ripe?"
He was stunned, then blurted out: "It's cooked."
The rest of my life is long, half of it will be burned by fireworks.
The suffering will be over, the grapes will be ripe, and the future will be promising
Intention: Some people plant grapes to wait for someone, and some people plant grapes to keep themselves thinking.